Baby Bubba

It's the dippy-dippy don now you heard that Let's take you back, where the original Tim the bird at? I got shit here to make you down on 12-pack Call Rudy, tell him hook us up a 20 sack C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, we ballin' y'all Where my cats think you feel me at? Holla y'all, and when we earn that They finally let the dish and the pan, then I start with some cash Let me get to Virginia (VA) link up with Timbaland, now I'm bustin' they ass Now they callin' me The Incredible Man, I'ma shit it sick like yeah And there is one thing to understand Y'all know what it is and Petey is just what I am Spit what I spit 'cause I don't give a damn Spin like just like y'all spin at the mall in blue drawers On some du-rag, it's 'bout to be the all that is New broad, new day, new cars, new motherfuckin' deal, hey Hey (c'mon), baby, bubba (c'mon) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey, baby, bubba We lost the music selector Hey (ha), baby, bubba (who?) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey-hey-hey, baby bubba Well, he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean forward Check me out in my black trans, I'm dippin' on that man, who that be Tim-ba-land, now haters wanna get at me Just because we three brothers dippin' in the fly ride He don't care though, nigga, we just three fly guys All up in your local mall, pickin' all your local broads Holla if you wanna get into a local brawl We the intimidators, y'all intimidated By our bling-bling ring-ring, and I can't debate it Lowriders hittin' on switches As we pass by ya in sun fire, c'mon What y'all need to do is throw that shit up (shit up) For the cool amigos with Tequila in the gut What y'all know about them Southern girls with them big butts? What y'all know about them buckshots bustin' from a truck (yeah, yeah) That's that Southern hospitality The come of the me, the come of the Pete The come of the 'Goo, the come of the G Hey (c'mon), baby, bubba (c'mon) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey, baby, bubba We lost the music selector Hey (ha), baby, bubba (who?) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey-hey-hey, baby bubba Well, he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean forward Meg spit it 'til I die, fucker You wit' your label kissin' ass like a damn sucker Meanwhile, Mag in Virginia in some house shoes, watchin' the news Do my album when I'm ready, tell my label to sue If I got it, I'ma get 'em, it's cornered and sell some water plum NY to floater while I'm humpin' your daughter Stayin' in the French quarter and listen to Juvenile I like that South shit, all my niggaz is wild You gotta come up with a new plan, I'm sayin' man South boys ain't fuckin' playin' check the list We got OutKast and No Limit, and Eightball Scarface, Ludacris, and Goodie Mob, uh We do it country, 'cause we proud of this shit All those that wanna hate on hip-hop can eat a dick I ain't a thug and I ain't tryna be They tryna take my love, man, and it bothered me Hey (c'mon), baby, bubba (c'mon) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey, baby, bubba We lost the music selector Hey (ha), baby, bubba (who?) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey-hey-hey, baby bubba Well, he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean forward Hey (c'mon), baby, bubba (c'mon) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey, baby, bubba We lost the music selector Hey (ha), baby, bubba (who?) If y'all feel it, let me hear you say Hey-hey-hey, baby bubba Well, he caught me in the van, the gun chat lean forward