Paroles: Bubba Sparxxx. Deliverance. Like It Or Not.

All the way from Athens, the A T L Shawty

Uh, Sleepy Brown
Uh, Bubba Sparxxx
We gon' keep doin' it baby
Whether you like it or not

Ain't a damn thang pretty
From dirt roads to the city
You might catch me drunk in the pub
Or either crunk in the club
Whether you like it or not
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang
Call us country or southerners man
We gon' keep doin' our thang
Whether you like it or not

Rollin' up so fresh, so clean
Wood grain, flat screen TVs
Uh, I got the bump bump in my trunk now
Uhh, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to funk
Now all the ladies seem to like my style
Guess I'll be here for a while
To see who wants to come and be with me
I'll take you back to the flat
So I can show you where it's at, c'mon

Ohh, wee, look at me
Movin' 'cross the floor so easily
Oh, my, can't deny
This funk starts high in the sky
I'm 'bout to get my groove on
Uhh, I'm 'bout to bust a move on 'em
Uhh, there's nothing you can do for 'em
Uhh, 'cause I'm checkin' the spot if you really like it or not

Ain't a damn thang pretty
From dirt roads to the city
You might catch me drunk in the pub
Or either crunk in the club
Whether you like it or not
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang
Call us country or southerners man
We gon' keep doin' our thang
Whether you like it or not

I know you hate it, I'm a say it to you anyway
I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that escalade
Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
Z 71, the mere sight'll take your breath away
It's today but I'm still on it like it's yesterday
Throw me the ball, this the game that I was bred to play
And pass the cooler with this stewardess named Desire
You ain't no concern, I'm a wait and see what Heaven say

I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
He said " Bubba, real careers ain't quicky quickly made"
My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
Said that our noise is the type that you should keep around
They led me through the forest, took me to the Wizard Ray
He told me that tomorrow won't be what it is today
I said, "Damn, that's just what my brother Tim would say"
I'm back at home, just how long have I been away?

Ain't a damn thang pretty
From dirt roads to the city
You might catch me drunk in the pub
Or either crunk in the club
Whether you like it or not
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang
Call us country or southerners man
We gon' keep doin' our thang
Whether you like it or not

I'm the type that you might see with Petey Pablo
Chasin' fielder's dream with corn and three Diablos
And I'll be blessed to death if I see tomorrow
But I'm a live to get my son a lead that he can follow
I might can't flip a brick but bet that I can move a pound
And if you call yourself the king, well then there's two in town
Regardless where you from, what you do, or who you found
You best to get to practice early for the shoot around

'Cause Bubba don't play, do them thangs you won't say
Be damned if I even pull my out and don't spray
Daddy told me just to do them thangs he never did
Breakin' broads, get money, live your life and treasure it
And that's the least that I can do, for the man who
Raised me up and through his faults helped me understand you
And now I'm certified, New South pioneer
Born and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin' here

Ain't a damn thang pretty
From dirt roads to the city
You might catch me drunk in the pub
Or either crunk in the club
Whether you like it or not
Don't matter where I hang
People love my twang
Call us country or southerners man
We gon' keep doin' our thang
Whether you like it or not

For all my rebels ridin' dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no seats, in the back
Browning, thirty-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at
Dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no seats, in the back
Browning, thirty-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at
Dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
Hot rods, no seats, in the back
Browning, thirty-thirties, in the rack
Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at

Bubba Sparxxx!
Organized Noise, Beat Club
Timbo the whole new south
Real down South Georgia boy
Real country white boy, real hard
Get it together, a new beginning