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Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so happy
There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away

He's that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament
At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an
If it's me it more than a coincidence
though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances
Barber K, hey, that, they say
Hip hop that's a safe place
Say makes you comfortable
Wit me I like it here
How about a road-dwellin' urban pioneer
it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can't
Took too much to make it float, will I let it sink
So we invented it for our youth and generous
that my moment passed, I can see no end of it
Twenty-five, like I was born yesterday
Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every I take
Standin' in the mud again 'cause it seem to pay me
wit my not-so-distant cousins from the A-T-L

Back in the mud been in
I confess, I'm so here
There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away

Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, it out
Everything I am today is really I been about
Athens, Gerogia resident, native of though
I don't love the peach state, "Buddy, say it so"
Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's the opposite
I'm lovin' from Brunswick up to the metropolis
Can't forget my Betty Betty and DaLonica
put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker
How I run from everything that made me
that all the love I get's appreciated greatly
Now I'm on the brink of something truly
international but still he kept it regional
Tryin' to make my mama
We can laugh and see the
Gotta make sure loaded gun, next CD is in your file
Each and everyone of my talented associates get's they deserve
short of that's appropriate

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so here
There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away

cup, fill it up, soap don't appeal to us
If you're broke do what you can, alone is still enough
Help us out, if rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of
Hey Betty, get 'cause your daddy's in route
Let her join the beat club, that little trim out
Hvae her "New South" without pullin' "lewd" out
He always what you doing, let him wonder who now
At the end of the day I would have no
Got it done on front and I ain't even focused yet
At the bottom of the pile wit them mud cats
If you die, man I'm "soowee" for a grudge match
it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe
Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will
In this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or
Bubba funna bring it home, it, and send the checks

Back in the mud I've in
I confess, I'm so happy
nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Back in the mud been in
I confess, I'm so here
There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away