They Luv That

Lyrics

[Intro: Bubba Sparxxx (Bun B)] Oh (Get 'em shawty, get 'em) Oh this what they like? (Get 'em shawty, get 'em) This what they like Monte? (Get 'em shawty, get 'em) [Chorus] Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that [Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx] I won't apologize for the way they idolize Bub I'm the eldest son of shit them haters prophesized of You ain't gotta sizе up nothin' here is what you hear This GA not Tampa Bay so who thе fuck's you Buccaneer? I don't suppose that enough reefer grows Out in Humboldt for my folks that need a blow And I don't even smoke, shit, unless them huffers grippin' me We molded from the same mud but I was sculpted differently And bet the culture lives in me, this venom speaks volumes On behalf of southern rap, so if indeed the fall looms On the horizon, maybe you should be devisin' A plot to shape up because Bubba K be exercisin' Enterprisin' with the blacks and splittin' pies up with Latinos Ask Rico, he know, he supplies it to the gringo I camped out with Oomp, and this our neck of the woods It's what it is playa and I'm stuck about the goods [Chorus] Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that [Verse 2: Bun B] Well it's the Mister Swisha, twisted This a spliff, I'm pissed and puffed Gon' leave you blistered This the shit we fits to get it fisticuffs It's that rough, that tough, that rugged raw Dirty slizzard southern slaw Fuck the law, we cut that raw No fuckin' flaw, who's up to par Run up on ya, crack your jaw I spark like Roy Jones on the mic He flow like Bun B in the rain Can't just run me in this thang UGK has plenty game, involved the [?] revolver Spit that acid you touch it, it dissolve ya Southern problem solver Like Oprah and Dr. Phil I hope you ain't mocked the trill Hope will get you rocked for real The dope I get you got to feel (Real) Roll it, smoke it (Lay it) Now hold it, chock it (Damn) Controllin' locusts It's only mind over matter man So deafen out the chatter man We 'bout this battle man So score your snow and scatter man Peep body, is you scared of brains Must be, we drunk on dro and dusty Bubba they don't wanna trust me Nigga dust, we get 'em high [Chorus] Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that [Verse 3: Bubba Sparxxx] Ask me no questions, I tell you no fibs Ask for no pork and I'll sell you no ribs Unless it's on the beef tip Please zip up that fuck shit, fuck that You bust first, I bust back Hand me that dust sack Please let me flush that Why would you touch that? Quit listenin' to us rap Look dude, it's just facts You got me misconstrued 'Cause I will not rest 'til your whole shit's subdued And I ride with Jason Winfree 'til the shell case is empty Find a hundred mo crackers, line 'em up and take 'em with me It's really elementary Throw your darts sensibly Think it through thoroughly before you dare to mention me [Chorus] Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that Get 'em high Get 'em drunk Keep 'em crunk You know they love that You know they love that You know they love that