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Back in the mud been in I confess, I'm so happy There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away
just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an If it's me consider it more a coincidence Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they K, hey, what's 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 music Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you Took too much to make it float, never will I let it So when we invented it for our youth and Hopin' that my passed, I can see no end of it Twenty-five, livin' like I was born Lovin' life, doin' right, every breath 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 happy There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away,
Press it up, it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is what 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' y'all from Brunswick up to the Can't forget about my Betty and DaLonica put the triple X's at the end of Andy's moniker How could I run everything that made me Know that all the love I get's appreciated Now I'm on the brink of truly inconceivable Bubba's but still he kept it regional Tryin' to make my proud We can and see the smile make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in your file Each and everyone of my talented associates get's what they Nothin' short of that's
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
Kitchen cup, it up, soap don't appeal to us If you're broke do what you can, that alone is still Help us out, if you're rich, 'cause we hit your bitch Just by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your daddy's in Let her the beat club, keep that little trim out her screamin' "New South" without pullin' "lewd" out He wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now At the end of the day I have no regrets Got it done on every front and I ain't even yet At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge Spell it out, L-E-G, I still believe Whatever goal God set for me indeed I achieve In this life or in the next, whther gin or Beck's Bubba funna it home, conceal 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 I've in I confess, I'm so happy nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away