Back In The Mud

'Back In The Mud'
1,2
1,2,3, lets go
Back in the mud Ive been in
I confess, Im so happy here
Theres nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away

Hes just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament
At the Pony, at the Flame, either way its an event
If its me consider it more than a coincidence
Even though they mumble at me suckas keep they distances

Barber K, hey, whats that, they say
Hip hop redneck thats a safe place
Say what makes you comfortable
Wit me cuz I like it here
How about a road-dwellin urban music pioneer

Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you cant
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, doin 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!

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 dont love the peach state, 'Buddy, say it aint so'
Now all of a sudden, in fact, its quite the opposite
Im lovin yall from Brunswick up to the metropolis
Cant forget about my Betty Betty and DaLonica
They put the triple X's at the end of Andys moniker
How could I run from everything that made me
Know that all the love I gets appreciated greatly
Now Im on the brink of something truly inconceivable
Bubbas 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
Each and everyone of my talented associates gets what they deserve
Nothin short of thats appropriate

Kitchen cup, fill it up, soap dont appeal to us
If youre broke do what you can, that alone is still enough
Help us out, if youre rich, cuz we funna hit your *****
Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this
Hey Betty, get ready cuz your daddys in route
Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out
Hvae 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 aint even focused yet
At the bottom of the pile swimmin wit them mud cats
If you die, man Im 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 Becks
Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks