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in the mud I've been in I confess, I'm so happy There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away,
just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, way it's an event If it's me consider it more than a Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep distances Barber K, hey, that, they say Hip hop that's a safe place Say what you comfortable Wit me I like it here How about a road-dwellin' music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you Took too to make it float, never will I let it sink So we invented it for our youth and generous Hopin' that my passed, I can see no end of it Twenty-five, livin' like I was yesterday Lovin' life, doin' right, earnin' every I take Standin' in the mud 'cause it seem to pay me well Playin' wit my cousins from the A-T-L
Back in the mud I've in I confess, I'm so here 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 really I been about Athens, resident, native of LaGrange though I love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain't so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, quite the opposite I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the Can't forget my Betty Betty and DaLonica They put the triple X's at the end of moniker How I run from everything that made me Know that all the love I get's appreciated Now I'm on the brink of something inconceivable Bubba's international but still he it regional Tryin' to my mama proud We can and see the smile Gotta make loaded gun, this next CD is in your file Each and of my talented associates get's what they deserve Nothin' short of appropriate
Back in the mud I've in I confess, I'm so here There's you can do to make me stay away, away, away
cup, fill it up, soap don't appeal to us If broke do what you can, that alone is still enough us out, if you're rich, 'cause we funna hit your bitch Just stop by the store and grab a of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready 'cause your in route Let her join the beat club, keep that trim out Hvae her screamin' "New South" pullin' "lewd" out He always wonder what you doing, let him who now At the end of the day I would have no Got it done on every and I ain't even focused yet At the of the pile swimmin' wit them mud cats If you die, man I'm "soowee" for a grudge match Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still Whatever goal God set for me indeed I achieve In this or in the next, whther drinkin' gin or Beck's Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the
Back in the mud I've in I confess, I'm so here There's nothing you can do to me stay away, away, away
Back in the mud been in I confess, I'm so here nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away