Bubba Sparxxx - Back In The Mud (Zone 4 Remix) lyrics

One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO.. [Chorus - repeat 2X] Back in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away [Verse 1] It's just that country boy, city slick Hot boy, temperament Add the pony, add the flame Either way it's an event If it's me consider it Pardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me s**ers keep they distances Father, Kay Hey What's that they say Hip hop redneck that's a safe place Say what makes you comfortable With me cause I like it here How about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang Run with me, I bet you can't Took too much to make it float Never will I let it sink So we reinvented it Boy are we generous Hoping that my moment pa** I can see the end of it 25 years of life, I was born yesterday Loving life, doing right, earning every breath I take Standing in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well Playing with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH.. [Chorus] [Verse 2] Ah Yea, Ah Yea Press it up Ship it out Call the pony Rent it out Everything I Am today Is what I've really what I've been about Athens Georgia Resident Native of Lagrange though I don't love the Peach State, brothers say it ain't so Naw, Sir, In Fact it's quite the opposite Loving y'all from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis Can't forget about my Betty Betty in the ?. That put them triple X's at the end of Andy's Monica How can I run from, everything that made me Knowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly Now witness something truly inconceivable Bubba International, but still he kept it regional Trying to make my momma proud Ricky Lathens see me smile Gotta make sure this next CD is the fire Making sure everyone one of my talented a**ociates gets what they deserve Nothing short that's appropriate YEA!!! [Chorus] [Verse 3] Get your cup, fill it up Soda don't appeal to us But if your broke, do what you can't that alone still enough Help us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a b**h Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route Let her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out Have her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now At the end of the day, I will have no regrets Got it done on every front, and I ain't even focused yet At the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats If you dive in I'm perusing for a grudge match Spell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe What ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve Either in this life, for in the next Whether drinking Gin or Becks Bubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check [Chorus]