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Back in the Mud Lyrics
1,2
1,2,3, let's go
[Chorus]
Back in the mud I've been in
I confess, I'm so happy here
There's nothing you can do to make me stay away,
away, away
[Verse 1]
He's just that country boy, city slick, pit bull
temperament
at the Pony, at the Flame, either way it's an
event
If it's me consider it more than a coincidence
Even though they mumble at me sucka's keep they
distances
wha what K, hey, what's that, they say
Hip hop redneck that's a safe place
Say what makes you comfortable
Wit me cuz I like it here
How about a rural dwelling' urban music pioneer
Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you
can't
Took too much to make it float, never will I let
it sink
So when we invented it for our youth and generous
Hopin' that my moment passed, I can see no end of
it
Twenty-five, livin' like I was born yesterday
Lovin' life, Doing right, earnin' every breath I
take
Standin' in the mud again cuz it seem to pay me
well
Playin' wit my not-so-distant cousins from the
A-T-L
Aaah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it
out
Everything I am today is really what I been about
Athens, Gerogia resident, native of LaGrange
though
I don't love the peach state, Buddy, say it ain't
so
Naw, Sir,in fact, it's quite the opposite
I'm lovin' y'all from Brunswick up to the
metropolis
Can't forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica
They put the triple X's at the end of Andy's
moniker
How could I run from everything that made me
Know that all the love I get's appreciated
greatly
Now I'm on the brink of something truly
inconceivable
Bubba's international but still he kept it
regional
Tryin' to make my mama proud
We can laugh and see the smile
Gotta make sure loaded gun, this next CD is in
your file
An-and everyone of my talented associates get's
what they deserve
Nothin' shorter of that's appropriate
[Chorus]
[Verse 3]
Get your cup, fill it up, sober don't appeal to
us
If you're broke do what you can, that alone is
still enough
Help us out, if you're rich, cuz we fixna pitch a
bitch
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that
and six of this
Hey Betty, get ready cuz your daddy's in route
Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim
out
Have her screamin' New South without pullin' lewd
out
He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder
who now
At the end of the day I would have no regrets
Got it done on every front and I ain't even
focused yet
At the bottom of the pile swimmin' wit them mud
cats
If you die, man I'm pullin' soowee for a grudge
match
Spell it out, L-E-G, E-N-D I still believe
Whatever goal God set for me indeed I will
achieve
In this life or in the next, whther drinkin' gin
or Beck's
Bubba fixna bring it home, conceal it, and send
the checks
[Chorus x2]
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