Back In The Mud lyrics Lyrics

song lyrics Back In The Mud lyrics 1,2 1,2,3, let s go [Chorus] Back in the mud I ve been in I confess, I m so happy here There s nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away [Verse 1] He s just that country boy, city slick, pit bull temperament At the Pony, at the Flame, either way it s an event If it s me consider it more than a coincidence Even though they mumble at me sucka s keep they distances Barber K, hey, what s that, they say Hip hop redneck that s a safe place Say what makes you comfortable Wit me cuz I like it here How about a rural dwelling urban music pioneer Turn it up, let it bang, run wit me I bet you can t 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! [Chorus] [Verse 2] Press it up, ship it out, call the Pony, rent it out Everything I am today is really what I been about Athens, Georgia resident, native of LaGrange though I don t love the peach state, "Buddy, say it ain t so" Now all of a sudden, in fact, it s quite the opposite I m lovin y all from Brunswick up to the metropolis Can t forget about my Betty Betty in Dahlonega They put the triple X s at the end of Andy s moniker How could I run from everything that made me Know that all the love I get s appreciated greatly Now I m on the brink of something truly inconceivable Bubba s 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 get s what they deserve Nothin short of that s appropriate [Chorus] [Verse 3] Kitchen cup, fill it up, sober don t appeal to us If you re broke do what you can, that alone is still enough Help us out, if you re rich, cuz we funna hit your bitch Just stop by the store and grab a case of that and six of this Hey Betty, get ready cuz your daddy s in route Let her join the beat club, keep that little trim out Have 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 ain t even focused yet At the bottom of the pile swimmin wit them mud cats If you die, man I m 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, whether drinkin gin or Beck s Bubba funna bring it home, conceal it, and send the checks [Chorus x2] song lyrics