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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