Regardless
(专辑: Dark Days Bright Nights - 2001)
[C.I.] Yeah, ha (B.K.) C.I. (okay?) Yo You ever rolled up in a
convenience store with a
forty-four and told the
cashier to drop to the
floor? But you didn't take anything but a
bag of chips a
half gallon of milk, some juice, and a
box of grits? [Bubba] Nah but I
might walk up in Kroger, head straight for the
DVD's Stuff 'bout four of 'em in my cargo, smile and flee with ease Then hit up the
Super Target, exchange 'em for store credit That's sixty dollars worth of grub, some squares and a
case of Bud [C.I.] Yo.. yo you ever invested your money in some internet stock? Seen how your cheese multiply quicker than sellin rocks? [Bubba] I
invest in pharmaceuticals like Xanax and Loritabs Take 'em all with alcohol, then hunt for some more to grab [C.I.] Yo.. you ever had a
chick with no brains, but liked to give 'em that had the
nerve to ask you to scream her name while you hit it? [Bubba] Haha.. nah but I
know this Betty who licks ass for her enjoyment She also takes golden showers and drinks the
piss from out my toilet And when it's time for the
deployment of doo-doo from out my anus She likes to catch it in her hands and lick the
excess from her fingers [C.I.] Yo, you ever tried to purchase a
car with a
personal check? Have your lady call you a
dog, and send you to the
vet? Ever been in trouble with the
cops, for more than three times from tryin to sell digital video cameras to the
blind? [Bubba] Mannnn fuck purchasin a
car, I
live on "New Jersey Drive" Athens Georgia, three-oh-six-oh-five, that ain't no lie And my girl don't even speak cause I
get violent when I
drink But it's perfect cause she don't talk, I
need some silence when I
think about the
thirty-three times the
law tangled me up With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we fuck Well screw 'em they ain't enough to stop these Sparxxx from flyin If Bubba ain't the
truth that just mean that my heart is lyin [Chorus: repeat 2X] No matter what you ask me, I'm givin you Bubba Kay Just the
truth of the
matter okay? Fuck what you say Nuttin more nuttin less, I'ma get it off my chest C.I., spit what I
feel, regardless [Bubba] Would you rather move two thousand units and be critically acclaimed or sell two million out the
gate and be labelled lyrically lame? In other words, would you prefer to have dem mics in The
Source or a
Grammy, some jazzy broads, a
little ice and a
Porsche? [C.I.] I
ain't gon' lie, I'm tryin to sell three million out the
gate (okay) And get six mics in The
Source off of lyrical force And push a
custom made Porsche and a
Range with the
woodgrain And spit verses sharp enough to cut straight to your brain [Bubba] Well, you ever fucked a
chunky broad, weighin three hundred plus up and actually took some pride to the
shit, and didn't rush none? [C.I.] Yo.. when it comes to big chicks, C.I. plead the
fifth Cause I
only weigh a
buck-fifty and I
don't own a
forklift [Bubba] Man have you ever snorted coke 'til your heart sat in your throat then took your whole advance to buy more, and woke up broke? [C.I.] Yo.. C.I. don't do drugs, I
hang out with corporate thugs that transport microchips and oriental rugs Then sell 'em on the
streets for as much as they can The
only Coke I
mess with comes in sixteen ounce cans [Bubba] But would ever consider dancin with the
devil for paper? Fly with me and Fred Durst on an embezzlement caper? Would you bet on the
Lakers if Jordan played for the
Clippers or leave yo' girl and move to Vegas with a
STABLE of strippers? [C.I.] Yo.. I
wouldn't dance with the
devil, the
stocks are too hot And if Jordan played for the
Clippers I'd claim Cali like 'Pac And I'm not into embezzlement, I
like hostile takeovers Corporate jets, BMW's and Range Rovers cause they're tax writeoffs, they're all business expenses And as far as that stripper, yo I
let my man hit her (man c'mon) C
to the
I, Central Intelligence And if I
did touch her believe me you wouldn't find a
trace of evidence [Chorus repeat 2X] [Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah (C.I., and Bubba Sparxx, nonsense) I
think in conclusion, it could be said That no matter where the
fuck I'm at No matter who the
fuck I'm around I'ma do what the
fuck +I+ do Ride walk leave it or love it I
don't give a
fuck Now I
fucks with a
motherfucker like C.I. 'til we both bleed 'til we can't bleed no more just cause I
know he'll do that same type of shit The
East, the
West, don't forget about the
South Don't forget about the
motherfuckin South Bubba Kay worldwide, ay Venice to Venezeula, (?) Y'all know what the
fuck it is.. (?) bitch