Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bubba Sparxxx
Bubba Sparxxx
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
W. Mathis
W. Mathis
Composer
Timothy Mosley
Timothy Mosley
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Timbaland
Timbaland
Producer

Lyrics

Yeah, I'm a country boy, but I'm a playa too
All up in your city, flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you, dawg, that's what I had to do
The least that you could do is give me a little gratitude
Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
But how else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages
I came to do two things: kick some ass and drink some cold beer
And I'm almost out of beer
Looky here, be damned if every other year
He ain't stumble back in, Bubba, baby, that's him
I love me some me, and I don't mind you
Shoot your move, dawg, good luck with what you tryna do
Just do it over there, I feel some kinda way
Guess what I'm tryna say is I ain't got no time to play
I might could die today, I might just live forever
I done endured bein' poor, but bein' rich is better
From that dirt road in La Grange, I done came a long way
We could do this all day
Yeah, I'm a country boy, but I'm a playa too
All up in your city, flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you, dawg, that's what I had to do
The least that you could do is give me a little gratitude
Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
But how else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages
Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
But how else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages
Ain't no excuses, just gotta be more the shit
Than I already was, and that's unfortunate
For all these babblers, still booty chatterers
This what a rapper was supposed to be, yeah, that's what's up
Country this, yeah, yeah, country that
I'm a country cat, it's just a fact, can't run from that
Peep how I bunch it back, now watch the money stack
Hide in the hay, in the barn, out on the farm, I can charm
The fangs off a cottonmouth
Right there by my house, way down in the South
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? It would appear no
Girl, who's that zero? Holla at the hero, yo
Yeah, I'm a country boy, but I'm a playa too
All up in your city, flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you, dawg, that's what I had to do
The least that you could do is give me a little gratitude
Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
But how else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages
Hey, everybody wanna say hey
Girl, get to it or be on your way, hey
And I really hate it came to this
But how else can I say it? I don't speak no other languages
Yeah, yeah, it's Bubba K, I pledge to give a fuck
Yes siree, I did my thing and I did it well
I walk the walk, baby, and all that that entails
I ain't even noticed my skin, damn, is it pale?
Oh well, I guess that's how it go
Now I know, move right along on down the road
Another good morning, another breath of air
Dude, I don't ask for much, I got blessings everywhere
And I ain't scared to share, you can have my last
But you ever dishonor me and mine, that's your ass
You hear that thing beatin', Timmy still speakin'
That's how we'll keep it, everything else our little secret, oh
Yeah, I'm a country boy, but I'm a playa too
All up in your city, flexin' down the avenue
But I ain't mad at you, dawg, that's what I had to do
The least that you could do is give me a little gratitude
Written by: Timothy Mosley, W. Mathis
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