"Still Tippin'" lyrics
Son of a bitch
Bubba
Baby
One time for Paul Wall, Slim Thug, Mike Jones
And all the legends of Texas now cut the mic on
If you don't do it but you love it, you got life wrong
We run it back again like UG8's fight song
When we was playing TCU, sorry had to
Keep bustin' sixty-five bars, I'll be glad to
But first I'ma drink a beer, probably Pabst Blue
Bubba sit yo ass down nobody asked you
Huh, still doin' big country thangs
Ain't really seein' them doin' nothin' yet but complain
The more you care the more you should beware love is pain
The hate destroy the rest and then life is what remain
Whatever's unexplained about me finna stay there
Might fake elaborate, thinkin' what do they care?
Forty-somethin', no kids, it's like a vacant day care
Rich, dick suckin' bitch, we can make a great pair
Anyway, yeah, money come, money leave
Divine purpose live forever, get you one of these
Remember watchin' Under Siege, burnin' shrubberies
Jammin' to Cool Breeze, Mercedes and Skull Duggery
Back when I was still becomin' me
Twenty-two maybe twenty-three
Raisin' hades done with ease
Indeed I loved the breeze 'cross the Georgia plains
Dogs play at noon today, in before the game
Focus less on what I got to lose, it's more to gain
You give your energy to gossip you might go insane
Moonshine my neighbors make as strong as Golden Grain
I been him, the forecast call for more the same
No gang, gang, but I'm a gang of fun
Twenty years, they said careers at this stage are done
But shit, stranger things have happened, I might make a run
The greatest comeback ever, be amazin' huh?
Hatin' naysayers in the way anyway
You legacy ain't what you meant to do or finna say
You strapped and broke, that old mirror monster's in the way
Tame that beef, boy don't even play, okay
Dirt road, rippin' Miller, sippin' Hombre
This country shit, I'm a scientist, cold play
From the land of red clay, I had to mold clay
Where my flowers?
Yet to get a single bouquet
Still country as a whole vine of muscadines
Ease up and study me the way I shine is underlined
Super stressed, nearly lost my mind a hundred times
She goin' through my phone, a real one is what she finds
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, not from Mrs. Winters
Alaska's such a vibe but I don't really miss the winters
A real man ain't quick to enter but he stay awhile
Maybe spring and summer, somethin' just so they can smile
Long enough so they can file me under thorough human
The say the dollars dead, it ain't like the Euro, boomin'
Either way I'm on a dirt road where there wasn't no zoomin'
Say Bubba ain't no JFK, well you're no Truman
I finna make like twenty-eight million
And I know it's comin' because I can feel the hate buildin'
And they talkin' and talkin' but naw they really ain't willin'
And I'm back in this son of a bitch and it's a great feelin'
Been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Love ran all the way off
They want me gone, stiff and rottin'
But see my E's for Eternal for certain, this is the problem
They back with me, cool, we do big shit without 'em
Been 'bout an inch from the bottom
Two feet over the tippy top
Synonomous with country rap
Like punk rock and Iggy Pop
JCrew's gon' have the country like streets back when 50 dropped
Excited as I am, right 'fore them titties flopped
Come here baby
Bubba
Baby
One time for Paul Wall, Slim Thug, Mike Jones
And all the legends of Texas now cut the mic on
If you don't do it but you love it, you got life wrong
We run it back again like UG8's fight song
When we was playing TCU, sorry had to
Keep bustin' sixty-five bars, I'll be glad to
But first I'ma drink a beer, probably Pabst Blue
Bubba sit yo ass down nobody asked you
Huh, still doin' big country thangs
Ain't really seein' them doin' nothin' yet but complain
The more you care the more you should beware love is pain
The hate destroy the rest and then life is what remain
Whatever's unexplained about me finna stay there
Might fake elaborate, thinkin' what do they care?
Forty-somethin', no kids, it's like a vacant day care
Rich, dick suckin' bitch, we can make a great pair
Anyway, yeah, money come, money leave
Divine purpose live forever, get you one of these
Remember watchin' Under Siege, burnin' shrubberies
Jammin' to Cool Breeze, Mercedes and Skull Duggery
Back when I was still becomin' me
Twenty-two maybe twenty-three
Raisin' hades done with ease
Indeed I loved the breeze 'cross the Georgia plains
Dogs play at noon today, in before the game
Focus less on what I got to lose, it's more to gain
You give your energy to gossip you might go insane
Moonshine my neighbors make as strong as Golden Grain
I been him, the forecast call for more the same
No gang, gang, but I'm a gang of fun
Twenty years, they said careers at this stage are done
But shit, stranger things have happened, I might make a run
The greatest comeback ever, be amazin' huh?
Hatin' naysayers in the way anyway
You legacy ain't what you meant to do or finna say
You strapped and broke, that old mirror monster's in the way
Tame that beef, boy don't even play, okay
Dirt road, rippin' Miller, sippin' Hombre
This country shit, I'm a scientist, cold play
From the land of red clay, I had to mold clay
Where my flowers?
Yet to get a single bouquet
Still country as a whole vine of muscadines
Ease up and study me the way I shine is underlined
Super stressed, nearly lost my mind a hundred times
She goin' through my phone, a real one is what she finds
Winner, winner, chicken dinner, not from Mrs. Winters
Alaska's such a vibe but I don't really miss the winters
A real man ain't quick to enter but he stay awhile
Maybe spring and summer, somethin' just so they can smile
Long enough so they can file me under thorough human
The say the dollars dead, it ain't like the Euro, boomin'
Either way I'm on a dirt road where there wasn't no zoomin'
Say Bubba ain't no JFK, well you're no Truman
I finna make like twenty-eight million
And I know it's comin' because I can feel the hate buildin'
And they talkin' and talkin' but naw they really ain't willin'
And I'm back in this son of a bitch and it's a great feelin'
Been fucked over, left for dead, dissed and forgotten
Love ran all the way off
They want me gone, stiff and rottin'
But see my E's for Eternal for certain, this is the problem
They back with me, cool, we do big shit without 'em
Been 'bout an inch from the bottom
Two feet over the tippy top
Synonomous with country rap
Like punk rock and Iggy Pop
JCrew's gon' have the country like streets back when 50 dropped
Excited as I am, right 'fore them titties flopped
Come here baby
