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in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away
He's just that boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, way it's an event If it's me consider it than a coincidence though they mumble at me sucka's keep they distances Barber K, hey, what's that, say Hip hop redneck that's a 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, livin' like I was born life, doin' right, earnin' every breath I take Standin' in the mud 'cause it seem to pay me well Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the
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
it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am is really what I been about Athens, Gerogia resident, native of though I love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, it's quite the I'm lovin' y'all Brunswick up to the metropolis Can't about my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's How I run from everything that made me Know that all the I get's appreciated greatly Now I'm on the brink of truly inconceivable Bubba's international but still he 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 what deserve Nothin' short of appropriate
Back in the mud been in I confess, I'm so here There's nothing you can do to make me away, away, away
Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap appeal to us If you're broke do you can, that alone is still enough us out, if you're rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch Just by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready 'cause daddy's in route Let her join the beat club, keep that trim out Hvae her screamin' "New South" pullin' "lewd" out He always what you doing, let him wonder who now At the end of the day I would no regrets Got it on every front and I ain't even focused yet At the bottom of the pile wit them mud cats If you die, man I'm pullin' "soowee" for a grudge Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I believe Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will In life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's Bubba bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks
Back in the mud been in I confess, I'm so happy There's you can do to make me stay away, away, away
Back in the mud been in I confess, I'm so happy There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away,