Juice Magazin - Comin' Round lyrics

[Hook] - 2X I see you comin round the bend I just can't think of anything that can Make me smile like you can [Bubba Sparxxx - talking over Hook] Yeah, yeah It's the era of the New South, yes sir Sooner or later, one way or another [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] There's a portion of the south in the spirit of this song Keep followin the fiddle, it'll never steer you wrong I've lived a lot of life, so my innocence is blown I'm headin to La Grange, to replenish it at home I've been across the globe and I've seen the world's charm I taught 'em my slang, I didn't mean the world harm It makes the soul smile to see what I've accomplished I got up out the woods without a map or a compa** Life does change and the sun does set But my last breath ain't a one gust yet As long as daddy knows that his son does sweat The same as he did for that unjust check I'll sleep fine and a child will come With the same last name as my papa's son And you can rest a**ure that my son will know That his dada wasn't a one squeal show [Hook] - 2X [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx] One time for the New South's imminent progression Thank the good lord so generous with blessings Whenever it was needed he'd send me some direction I'd gaze up in the sky and take a minute for reflection Is it baby balls or a miniature erection It makes you view change with degenerate dejection Pay no nevermind to what the Senator's confessin He don't really mean it, he just winnin his election Nothin they can do to have prevented this obsession With the vaccination of innocence infection My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it I finish with aggression but meant it with affection To the common man at the end of his oppression Welcome into church only meant for the collection And the common woman, gender's no exception Please keep providing with men in your reflection [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] There is no king for the throne I seat All by myself, so alone I leap For the young boy, daddy gone five weeks He's only fourteen, but he's grown by me Cause he keep the heat on and his little sister fed With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed He could be in school, but he chose this instead No avenue he won't pursue for the bread And who was there to speak for him but Bubba He listens to his own, can't relate to none other The product of a bad hand and a young mother If daddy wasn't ready all it took was one rubber To prevent the pain that his family done suffered Thankfully his son is a real come upper Cause it's gonna be somethin on the table come supper There the plight of my people is uncovered [Hook] - 4X [Bubba Sparxxx] Hey people! Let me see if you can work it And say .. [Missy Elliot from "Work It"] *"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it"* - backwards - 2X [Bubba Sparxxx] Hey people! Let me show you the reverse trick [Missy Elliot from "Work It"] "I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" - 2X [*beat from song mixed with Missy Elliot's "Work It" beat*] C'mon .. C'mon .. C'mon .. C'mon .. Uh huh