Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah To all it was All it is And all it shall be New South
[Bubba Sparxxx] Uh, yeah, yeah (motherfuckers) I gotta key Bubba answers, a kilo of questions The heart for humility, that ego perplexes Strength, will and honor, a hero's possessions On the road to destiny I need no directions Far to Southerners, the best man the winner And only this morning does the best man remember Fighters seen the weak, more success than inventors And a saint never ever suffers less than a sinner But I'm proud to admit that this shit no longer Phases or amazes me, I only grow stronger At any given moment this world can so long ya Box you up, drop you in the dirt and slow song ya So every blessed minute I'm breathin I'm conceivin, for when I do perish, reasons for your grievin That's not to say I plan on leavin here this evening I'll be in Honolulu with Steven next season
[Chorus] Dear God, left, right Life will pass by Breathe in, exhale I scream, you yell New South! (New South!) New South! (New South!) Ew, a ew, (break it down) Ew, a ew (break it down)
[Duddy Ken] And we gonna rush 'em with a blitz on this Go round the world and hit every other upper scale and project brick with it Bubba Sparxxx who meet with the Organized Godly beat Man it's funny how God can be when you work hard to achieve It's still slaw nigga (*vocal scratch*); INSERT INTO `lyrics_raphot` (`id`, `artist`, `artist_id`, `artist2_id`, `feat`, `title`, `article`, `album`, `body`, `wap`, `date`, `publish`) VALUES spittin that Pac liquor This is straight up pocket party, your summer that not nigga classical rhymes got most cats tryna battle with Ken Bet they won't "go up shit creek without they paddle again" Come down to my town, bet you won't visit Athens again And I write that hard har, roll like I got crack in my pen But since your so happy that things go exactly as planned Don't clack if we land, then it's crack a lackin again Then most of these clowns up outta the pay All I need is a stout, clean your coolatta and day And the day that I'm able to finally get outta the game What this hip hop has become is what the New South gotta change Bring it back
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[Bubba Sparxxx] What difference does it make, who I'm affiliated with Cause if you love 'em, how could you have really hated this All the groundbreakin these hillbilly maders did Wasn't no room for +Bubba Talk+ until we made it did I flow for Jimmy Mathis on that bus route daily And for momma June and all she fuss about lately I'm a get it white, if your hairless for Governor I'm tellin y'all the yanks ain't prepared for this southerner C-Dub certified, DF, dignitary Beat Club, they applaud, New South, visionary In spite of the efforts y'all made to pigeon hole me I rose from the pig shit without a smidgen on me At 15, 90, Adam's drive makin miracles For these many much, yes and everyday is pivotal I'm no entertainer so what I say is literal You say you "New South", faker tat it on your genitals