Back in the Mud (Zone 4 Remix)

[Bubba Sparxxx] Bubba Sparxxx, get money Ye-yeah, ye-ye-ye-yeah, still in the mud I said Bubba Sparxxx, that's right That's the problem with these suckers man Don't nobody wanna get in the mud Nobody wanna fight for this shit, they all too pretty New money [Sean Paul] Y'all niggas ain't no k-killers, y'all niggas hoes I'm a, I'm a keep it p-pimpin', y'all niggas know How I p-pull up in the lex, white wall some bows How I, how I stay sure, with this starch in my clothes I'm Sean Paul, yeah bitch, I'm a motherfuckin' star And every other week I buy a old-school car Oh, twenty, man that plenty but I still want more In a big-body ? on them twenty-four's [Rich Boy] Rich Boy, ? fool, ? Tight notes, slick this, bumpin' cadillac Take it to the cha-cha, got your damn top drop Two color flip-flop, tinted red Collipark There's hoes in the parking lot But I still got my Glock It's New Money, motherfucker, don't you see the big knot Don't you see the big tyres, don't you see the big rims Wonder who they hatin' on, think that baby this him [New Money] Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some hoes Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty [Pastor Troy] Yeah, P. Troy representin' with Bubba (oh my God) Just wakin' up from a hangover, come on, yeah Brother hittin' me on the phone, I roll over, come on Hair still spinnin' cause I balled last night, yeah Rim still spinnin' and the lac alright, yeah G-A, B-O-Y-Z, aha Smooth operator, operate directly Bet he didn't see me and mine coming Ain't no motherfuckin' ?, who ya motherfuckin' ?, come on You say that crunk is for halloween, aha As I shove my rounds in my magazine, huh, magazine King, yeah you king me out for real, yeah S-A-N-K ship I rip the mic, I rip the stage But I don't rip nothing until I'm paid To be like P-T, many try I leave them boys totin' the cross, oh my [New Money] Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some hoes Oh my God, they don't wanna get dirty They don't wanna get dirty, they don't wanna get dirty I say we still off in the mud man They don't wanna get dirty Y'all niggas ain't no killers y'all niggas some hoes [Bubba Sparxxx] Yeah, you just a flea dude I'm such a G, dude I'm everythang, with talent you could be dude Look at me dude, I fuck with these dudes P-T cruiser, Young G Rock, Polo to D dude He brought the beat through, and I just shat on it Now I'm fin' to build a wall to put another plaque on it Don't gong it, cause I keep relentlessly spittin' that shit you into me Cause I'm pigmented differently Plus behind Tim on twenty-three's Wow, just call me Bubba the beautiful I'm the boss around this office, you a scrubbin' the cubicle This ain't nothing illusional, boy, they token the tags But since they all wanna hate, I give them all the ? You know what we after, the cabbage and long somes The true county Georgia baby, that's where they come from And y'all little dumb-dumbs is skatin' on thin ice Love to creates it but it's hatred, it is life [Bubba Sparxxx] Oh my God I say we still off in the mud man Oh my God, uh, Zone 4 I say we still off in the mud man [Bubba Sparxxx] Bubba Sparxxx, in here G Rock, in here Sean Paul, in here Pastor Troy, oh, and Rich Boy Ha, you know what it is, in here, uh