Lyrics

[Intro: Timbaland] Hahaha, yo, yo, hey, yo-yo-yo-yo-yo (Yo-yo-yo-yo-yo) Like I said before, welcome to the New South (New South) Haha, the album before the album, Bubba Sparxxx And we 'bout to put it down like this Come on Rick [Verse 1: Ricky Rucker] Well I got five dollars to start the rest of my life Soaked up the ingredients, just cook the recipe right But caught y'all attention, dawg look her It's a home cooked meal to a soldier on the field These things don't come that often When you're leaving or returning from the battles fought in 'Cause we bleeding while we earn Accept the challenge God sent Rapper's spittin' dollar bills, which ain't shit but nonsense I come to start this, undergraduate Mad as piss and they stupid Say true shit, blaze through spliffs and drank fluid When things you would change, true friends and make music Assume the worse and pray for better but stay you nigga You could be the realest of them all, they'll spray you nigga In your face, smile, put on an act, and hate you nigga Behind your back cheat, lie and steal and thank your ig'nant Made at Ricky Rucker turnin' chump change to millions Run game to the children Real pain that I been through Words stain with a pencil Only through pain that I been through to deserve that I done died on that plane and grab that wheel and swerve back I hope you fuckers heard that [Spoken: Timbaland (Bubba Sparxxx)] Haha, I hope y'all heard that We ain't no label, we a movement (Ha it's like this) You know Let's go Bubba [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx] Now you could shoot it in your veins or toot it up straight to your brain Smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold, you should've done injected 'Cause if you ride with us we get you so infected You could hit that Betty raw or bust a load in her jaw Place it where she doo doo, or even lick her coodoo See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected Cause if you fall asleep we gone get her so infected [Post Chorus: ???] Miss-a men come mess up and light up your show, yeah So ifa you don't 'ave the tight flow you gotsa go Beat Club a tell them then Miss-a we come and we get all the dough, yeah yeah hay Call Bubba Sparxxx and Timbaland, all love (Feels good, I love this) Money get a lot them then you know [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx (Timbaland)] When I say we on the brink, I mean that you shouldn't blink 'Cause every new southerner brings what you couldn't ink From young Ricky Ruck to veteran Additude And dutty who has Athens elected, that is you Along with low downs, jockin' in at your town It was both our sounds Tim and Interscope found And this go 'round I put it on June Mathis To introduce the world to what me and my crew crafted And goddamn Scramn I'm proud for how you lasted And know I've gained from every arrangement that you've drafted For all the kings horses and all the kings men If you've gotta ask who then you was never one of them We just shake the hate off, raise up and come again It's all in God's hands so just leave it up to Him (Haha, yeah, it's all in God's hands so just leave it up to Him) [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx] Now you could shoot it in your veins or toot it up straight to your brain Smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold, you should've done injected 'Cause if you ride with us we get you so infected You could hit that Betty raw or bust a load in her jaw Place it where she doo doo, or even lick her coodoo See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected Cause if you fall asleep we gone get her so infected [Post Chorus: ???] Miss-a men come mess up and light up your show, yeah So ifa you don't 'ave the tight flow you gotsa go Beat Club a tell them then Miss-a we come and we get all the dough, yeah yeah hay Call Bubba Sparxxx and Timbaland, all love (Feels good, I love this) Money get a lot them then you know [Verse 3: Additude] My inspirations are the rats and the roaches The fiends at the [?] Places I had to go, the welfare office Visitin' uncles in jail, life was hard I could sack it up, sell you bundles of hell Everyday is a reup I just blaze my tree up Prey and thank the Lord for wakin' me up It's just the beginning Of all the good times we smile, just to be grinnin' We the New South, it's more than just my fuckin' opinion And I'll bleed for Bubba, the same for Rucker Through the rain and pain we suffer I came from the gutter I'm just tryin' get to the top People wonder if I finally make it Will I be the same motherfucker? Well, I wonder would you change if a nigga fell? If I was broke, bitches'll give a nigga hell And niggas flip and get on some other shit as well I stick to the script and let the real be the only shit I tell 'Bama [Spoken: Timbaland] There you have it New South Ha, Bubba, Ricky, Additude It's for them Georgia streets Alabama You know how we do Haha [Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx] Now you could shoot it in your veins or toot it up straight to your brain Smoke it out a bowl or get a blunt and roll it swole Lo and behold, you should've done injected 'Cause if you ride with us we get you so infected You could hit that Betty raw or bust a load in her jaw Place it where she doo doo, or even lick her coodoo See I don't care what you do, just don't leave her neglected Cause if you fall asleep we gone get her so infected [Outro: Timbaland] Heavy Hitters The album before the album We bout wind it down Fell me Come on