Bubba Sparxxx - Handle of Beam lyrics

Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherf**in' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country a**, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out Buckle up, look daddy, cause Bubba K come to play All these crackers livin' good, that ain't what my stomach say Every s*utty U-G-A who daddy pay they way Wanted me to stay and play, well Betty gotta pay to lay I really hate to say you can't elevate to this But if I settle for your level I ain't never make the hits Me and ? tight as sh** on the demo, fore we send it And I'm tryna f** these tits on this bimbo fore I end it See I'm off balance, and I just bought a half a gallon Of Jim Beam cause it seems to cultivate this talent That I got in my hot, why don't you ask the slums Or them folks who get they crumbs using microphones and drums Or go to where I'm from, in LaGrange for a change But be careful, it gets muddy, get a stain on your range The shame made you change, you could look me eye to eye Cause Bubba got that fire, tell the truth, you like it, aye Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherf**in' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country a**, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out I'm touchin' down off the loot, with Jen and a group Of jazzy little females to buy, cut and resell Oh we hell, like prerogatory gone sour And it's got me eating ? every hour on the hour I'm pissin' in the shower cause my toilet's overflowin' Then I hit ghetto ?, I know he got that ? blowin' Look my toes is showin' through these four year old Brooke's Bubba actin' shady, got my ex old lady shook She know that I'm a crook by the chances that I took So it's normal buyin' Polo's to enhance the way I look But I won't close the book cause this stress k**ed us both Then meet me at the Grammys with the scissors and the roach I'm ? on the coach like Sean Paul and J-Bo My Bloodz awful Young though, I'm using d** to halo Ain't no way in hell I'm a fail now Where's some Colli ? buddy could you put this bail out Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherf**in' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country a**, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out You see I can't sang a lick but I rap till I'm outta spit And I heard your girl remark how Bubba is hot as sh** So now I got the hit but make no mistake, I break As soon as she make me shake, just in time for y'all day to day I break the ? today if I'm longer than Mr. Black Scott ? had a half of home grown, and we twistin' that Now Athens up on the map, you could hate me or give me dap But I was a part of that, drankin' miller straight out the tap And I'm strapped with thirty ? and a sheet of that jelly-jelly With them Rucker boys and ? pushin' the heavy chevy Lookin' for Betty-Betty's just talkin' bout cutty-cutty Bring your sister, your niece and especially your study buddy And Bubba a lovey-dovey wit y'all two at a time f** these lames in this game, seeming too mad to shine Man, be glad you rhyme, ? and we stay good And when Bubba's holdin' fort, make sure you listen good Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherf**in' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country a**, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out Back in the day he was outta control Need another standoff but his music ate y'all That's when me and fat Steve got that handle of beam Drank that motherf**in' drive, started chasin' these dreams Then a tram pulled up bumpin' Player's Ball We soaked up the game, fish grits and all And now look what the south done let up out they mouth Country a**, Bubba Sparxxx, and I ain't fin to cut it out I wanted all y'all hatin' motherf**ers To put this b**h in ya tapedeck Let it bump for a minute, let it marinate Take it backwards, how you love that I ain't yours no more sir, no more Like that