Back In The Mud (zone 4 Remix) Lyrics - Bubba Sparxxx

1, 2 

1, 2, 3, Let's go 

Back in the mud I've been in 

I confess, I'm so happy here 

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away 

He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament 

At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an event 

If it's me consider it more than a coincidence 

Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances 

Barber K, hey, what's that, they say 

Hip hop redneck that's a safe place 

Say what makes you comfortable 

Wit me 'cause I like it here 

How about a road-dwellin' urban music pioneer 

Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't 

Took too much to make it float, never will I let it sink 

So when we invented it for our youth and generous 

Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of it 

Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday 

Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I take 

Standin' in the mud again 'cause it seem to pay me well 

Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L 

Aaah 

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Back in the mud I've been in 

I confess, I'm so happy here 

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away 

Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out 

Everything I am today is really what I been about 

Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange though 

I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" 

Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the opposite 

I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the metropolis 

Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica 

They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker 

How could I run from everything that made me 

Know that all the love I get's appreciated greatly 

Now I'm on the brink of something truly inconceivable 

Bubba's international but still he kept it regional 

Tryin' to make my mama proud 

We can laugh and see the smile 

Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file 

Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they deserve 

Nothin' short of that's appropriate 

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Back in the mud I've been in 

I confess, I'm so happy here 

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away 

Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap don't appeal to us 

If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still enough 

Help us out, if you're rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch 

Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this 

Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your daddy's in route 

Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out 

Hvae her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd" out 

He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now 

At the end of the day I would have no regrets 

Got it done on every front and I ain't even focused yet 

At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats 

If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge match 

Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe 

Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will achieve 

In this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's 

Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks 

Back in the mud I've been in 

I confess, I'm so happy here 

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away 

Back in the mud I've been in 

I confess, I'm so happy here 

There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away