Oh, party people What I need y'all to do (They gon' get up on it) Is get crunk with me (They gon' get up on me) 1-1 2-2 (Yeah) 3, here we go I'm 25 years removed from my mama June's womb I made a conquest of what y'all presumed doomed So fuck the sanitation that these cute buffoons croon I swore to keep it ugly and I shall resume soon Out the filth, out the mud, he emerges even slicker How the rural legends spread declarin' me and [?] the victors Blood, sweat and years reduced to just a cute story It's better simplified for those that never knew glory If Bubba ain't a bulldog buddy, show me where's one? At the Soul Train awards, you can blow me head hun Still down there in Athens with them losers and them derelicts We shook up the world, you would think that I was Arabic But no, it's just that lil' ole country boy simpleton And Betty's linin' up to lick on every single inch of him If Bubba ain't shit, then why the hell'd you even mention him? I'm runnin' outta patience, Tim, you better talk some sense in them (Oh) No they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) Oh no they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) No they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) Oh no they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) Shit, all that purple that y'all puffin', where you think it's grown at? We grow it on the farm and ship it out, that's a known fact Make no mistake, a lot of shit was misinterpreted I'm proud of where I'm from but where I'm at is what is pertinent When inside the booth the boy is nothing short of merciless You think it's all sweet, grab your boots and walk the dirt with us I showed you where you came from And where you got your name from And where your pain originated, tell me that we ain't slum This the New South and we come a country mile I can see the light of day but it ain't bright enough to smile And I am a legend dawg and I don't need you reassurance Lightning struck once, now here comes the reoccurrence Preparin' for my title bout, I'm 'bout a year away But one thing's for certain, Bubba K is here to stay What you giggled at yesterday is what you fear today I'm all better coach "Alright boy you're cleared to play" Okay (Oh) No they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) Oh no they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) No they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (One more time for them suckas) (Oh) Oh no they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) I've gambled big and lost it all on multiple occasions Who cares if my success is due to cultural persuasion The filthiest of crackers, the raunchiest of fellows And check the demographic, my audience is ghetto Therefore, I'm thankful to my fans of all struggles Every shade of brown, blacks and whites, they cause trouble And I ain't even platinum but that's just a formality And if you bought the album you considered core family Let these bandwagon riders get on board now Get myself a big Dodge, pass the white Accord down To Chunky Jay or Jill, or maybe Ricky Rucker Graduate from hard liquor to a quicker pick-me-upper Just to give some truth to the rumors ya'll spreadin' Awe, to hell with it, 'cause that's where they all headin' 'Cause God hates ugly, unless of course it's Bubba Damn that line was good, shit I think I'll snort another (Oh) No they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) Oh no they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) No they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?) (Oh) Yeah they didn't (What you say?) (Oh) Oh yeah they did (What you say?)