Bubba Sparxxx - Regardless lyrics

{C.I.} Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?) Yo You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a forty-four and told the cashier to drop to the floor? But you didn't take anything but a bag of chips a half gallon of milk, some juice, and a box of grits? {Bubba} Nah but I might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease Then hit up the Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a case of Bud {C.I.} Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock? Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks? {Bubba} I invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab {C.I.} Yo.. you ever had a chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em that had the nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it? {Bubba} Haha.. nah but I know this Betty who licks a** for her enjoyment She also takes golden showers and drinks the piss from out my toilet And when it's time for the deployment of doo-doo from out my an*s She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the excess from her fingers {C.I.} Yo, you ever tried to purchase a car with a personal check? Have your lady call you a dog, and send you to the vet? Ever been in trouble with the cops, for more than three times from tryin to sell digital video cameras to the blind? {Bubba} Mannnn f** purchasin a car, I live on "New Jersey Drive" Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak cause I get violent when I drink But it's perfect cause she don't talk, I need some silence when I think about the thirty-three times the law tangled me up With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we f** Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin If Bubba ain't the truth that just mean that my heart is lyin {Chorus: repeat 2X} No matter what you ask me, I'm givin you Bubba Kay Just the truth of the matter okay? f** what you say Nuttin more nuttin less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I feel, regardless {Bubba} Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed or sell two million out the gate and be labelled lyrically lame? In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The Source or a Grammy, some jazzy broads, a little ice and a Porsche? {C.I.} I ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin to sell three million out the gate (okay) And get six mics in The Source off of lyrical force And push a custom made Porsche and a Range with the woodgrain And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain {Bubba} Well, you ever f**ed a chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus up and actually took some pride to the sh**, and didn't rush none? {C.I.} Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the fifth Cause I only weigh a buck-fifty and I don't own a forklift {Bubba} Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke? {C.I.} Yo.. C.I. don't do d**, I hang out with corporate thugs that transport microchips and oriental rugs Then sell 'em on the streets for as much as they can The only Coke I mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans {Bubba} But would ever consider dancin with the devil for paper? Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper? Would you bet on the Lakers if Jordan played for the Clippers or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a STABLE of strippers? {C.I.} Yo.. I wouldn't dance with the devil, the stocks are too hot And if Jordan played for the Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac And I'm not into embezzlement, I like hostile takeovers Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses And as far as that stripper, yo I let my man hit her (man c'mon) see to the I, Central Intelligence And if I did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a trace of evidence {Chorus - repeat 2X} {Bubba Sparxxx} Yeah (C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense) I think in conclusion, it could be said That no matter where the f** I'm at No matter who the f** I'm around I'ma do what the f** +I+ do Ride walk leave it or love it I don't give a f** Now I f**s with a motherf**er like C.I. 'til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more just cause I know he'll do that same type of sh** The East, the West, don't forget about the South Don't forget about the motherf**in South Bubba Kay worldwide, ay Venice to Venezeula, (?) y'all know what the f** it is.. (?) b**h