Timbaland - Hootnanny lyrics

[Hook - Justin Timberlake] (Timbaland) - 2X I could go number one ten times Pretty girls can like my rhymes You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine Guess what, what (don't really give a hootnanny) [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx] Now I done banged a heap of +Betties+ in various modes of transport And told them there's the exit, be sure that they close the damn door The quiet country types is usually those I scam for Some scared at first, but usually those demand more Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutter bug A horny little parasite that all these women love to love Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was Bubba fittin to get it done, I put that on my brother Russ Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, just a whisperin Bubba so psst psst, knowin that I'm listenin I ain't got a chain, boy my pecker's all that's glistenin What ya'll steamin on folk, ya'll in need of discipline I ain't leavin nothin, this the house me and my people built Huggin me and dappin me, buddy I can see your guilt It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin like you need a quilt Ya'll matter less everytime this margarita tip [Hook] - 2X [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx] A lot of ya'll was thinkin that Bubba would probably disappear Get some show money from +Ugly+ and buy a keg of beer Add another pig to give my other pigs some company Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxury In due time, but there's business left to tend to I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to And another track before my great aunt Missy Yeah I've been drinkin but I ain't that pissy Thinkin back to when my daddy told me what it's all about He said "no matter what I do in life, some of ya'll pout" I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin good Let that chowder pa** over more than any Easter could I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin ecstacy Tell them folks at Interscope they fittin to write some checks to me Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop Man I think you right, it ain't nothin but some hick-hop [Hook] - 2X [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx] I'm back off in the saddle with that smile and that cajolery Momma always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be Way beyond these s**ers both lyrically and vocally I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be An uncanny wit plus a time that is impeccable Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual Confused them all at first, so this time is understandable Starin at the ceiling fan, ponderin my future now Wonderin what the hell to do with all this loot I found Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown Navigatin yet another one of Timmy's super sounds [Hook] - 2X