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"Bubba Sparxxx"
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жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: Dark Days Bright Nights
If It's Bumpin'
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Bubba Sparxxx
жанры: hip-hop, rap
альбомы: Dark Days Bright Nights
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I drop the verses y'all don't deliver Take the chances y'all won't consider Got a loyal broad named Betty Who know what to do with that chrome I give herI'm on the shitter Thinkin 'bout my bank account And how to make it bigger Then I grab the tool and take your jewelsAnd I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's It ain't the liquor I'm really sick Smokin' Shwag eatin' Crystal chicks On a rollercoaster with Bo and KoshaCan't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks Ain't this some shit? Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess Which one of us gon' snatch your bitchAnd leave you strokin' all by yourself Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S P A R triple X I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole And put some coal on your nipple and neckTell your man, if he flex it's gettin' drastic, legend has it I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it It's just a habit, reppin Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins I'm mixin' beam with coke and [Incomprehensible]And every time it's still just the same I tend to aim towards spittin thangs, it's classical so masterful When it comes to this here make the shit clear Heard to y'all comes naturalWe may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for doughDrop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yoursStep in the club it's on Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on A seat with a view in the V.I.P. and got two tight things to grip on A bag of trees to put my lip on gotta cut it, roll it, light it, passAnd me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass Puttin' it down for the B C, in the backwoods where we be Better call a producer when you see meAnd get your ass right back in the GT Y'all lame boys, hangin' up lookin' just for a name boy Goin' upsize with the Gameboy Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boyYou the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy I beat 'em down like chop, chop, chop Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout 'Kosha baby, call meLeave your name and your number at the sound of the beep And I'll get back witcha shawty Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes When the men is on and she don't say no Then that mean she wanna boneSo partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy And me and Bubba get bout itWe are violators we annihilate you, no ifs and buts about it The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shot callin' We stay up in the club y'all look at us And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin'"We may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for doughDrop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yoursWhassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it I'm a old school playa, I just pay for her dinnerMaybe buy a little liquor, I spend some talk in the mirror This the playa from the soul, love to gang up on hoes I'm tryna let this pimp shit go 'cause I don't even like it no mo' See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dankMmm hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin' around wit G O again That put me in this backwoods committee My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin', west central Georgia's finest Man Bo, go on snap againMan, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil' It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces Whatever may have been the cases, I thank God for His gracesSee my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers And every day I play awake a nigga learnin' by haters See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhhWe may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for doughDrop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yoursWe may be lame wanna fight, may be bitchin' wanna fuck Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin' faces fold Chasin' multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for doughDrop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with yours
Это интересно:Бытует такое мнение, что белому парню откуда-нибудь, например, из той же самой Джорджии никогда не сделать такого рэпа, какой делает темнокожий мальчонка из Гарлема. Но это совсем не так. И примером тому является Bubba Sparxxx. Стоит только послушать его сингл "Ugly" - первый сингл с его дебютного альбома Interscope/Beat Club/11th Hour recording artist Bubba Sparxxx - и вы сразу же сломаете для себя все стереотипы и поймете,... продолжение
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