All the way from Athens, the A-T-L shawty
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Uhh, Sleepy Brown
  Uhh, Bubba Sparxxx
  We gon' keep doin it baby
  Whether you like it or not.. uhh
  
  [Chorus: Sleepy Brown] + (Bubba)
  Ain't a damn thang pretty
  From dirt roads to the city, uhh
  (You might catch me drunk in the pub)
  (Or either crunk in the club)
  WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
  Don't matter where I hang
  People love my twang, uhh
  (Call us country or Southerners mayn)
  (We gon' keep doin our thang)
  WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT
  
  [Sleepy Brown]
  Rollin up +So Fresh, So Clean+
  Wood grain, big screen TV's
  Uhh, I got the bump-bump in my trunk now
  Uhh, I'm 'bout to, I'm 'bout to funk
  Now all the ladies seem to like my style
  Guess I'll be here for a while, mmm
  To see who wants to come and be with me
  I'll take you back to the flat so I can show you where it's at, c'mon
  Ohh, wee - look at me
  Movin 'cross the floor so easily
  Oh, my, can't deny
  This funk starts high in the sky
  I'm 'bout to get my groove on
  Uhh, I'm 'bout to bust a move on 'em
  Uhh, there's no-thing you can do for 'em
  Uhh, cause I'm checkin the spot if you really like it or not
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  I know you hate it, I'ma say it to you anyway
  I'm 'bout to throw them 24's on that Escalade
  Still I got the Mickey T's on the Chevrolet
  Z-7-1, the mere sight'll take your breath away
  It's today but I'm still on it like it's yesterday
  Throw me the ball, this the game that I was bred to play
  And pass the cooler with this stewardess named Desireé
  You ain't no concern, I'ma wait and see what Heaven say
  I got a brother by the name of Snicky Ricky Wade
  He said - Bubba, real careers ain't quicky quickly made
  My other brother by the name of Patrick "Sleepy" Brown
  Said that our +Noize+ is the type that you should keep around
  They led me through the forest, took me to the wizard Ray
  He told me that tomorrow won't be what it is today
  I said, "Damn, that's just what my brother Tim would say"
  I'm back at home, just how long have I been away?
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  I'm the type that you might see with Petey Pablo
  Chasin fielder's dream with corn and three Diablos
  And I'll be blessed to death if I see tomorrow
  But I'ma live to get my son a lead that he can follow
  I might can't flip a brick but bet that I can move a pound
  And if you call yourself the king, well then there's two in town
  Regardless where you from, what you do, or who you found
  You best to get to practice early for the shoot-around
  Cause Bubba don't play, do them thangs you won't say
  Be damned if I even pull my {dick} out and don't spray
  Daddy told me just to do them thangs he never did
  Breakin broads, get money, live your life and treasure it
  And that's the least that I can do, for the man who
  raised me up and through his faults helped me understand you
  And now I'm certified, New South pioneer
  Born and raised down here, best believe I'm dyin here
  
  [Chorus]
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  For all my rebels ridin dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
  Hot rods, no seats, in the back
  Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
  Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
  Dump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
  Hot rods, no seats, in the back
  Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
  Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
  Sump truck, heavy Chevy's, Cadillacs
  Hot rods, no seats, in the back
  Browning, thirties-thirties, in the rack
  Guaranteed, leave your land, where you at?
  
  Bubba Sparxxx! (YEAH)
  Organized Noize (YEAH) Beat Club
  Timbo (YEAH) the whole New South
  Real down South Georgia boy
  Real country white boy, real HARD
  Get it together, a new beginning..