paroles de chanson Regardless - Bubba Sparxxx feat. C.I.
Miscellaneous
Regardless
Regardless
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?
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
Yo.
yo
you
ever
invested
your
money
in
some
internet
stock?
Seen
how
your
cheese
multiply
quicker
than
sellin
rocks?
I
invest
in
pharmaceuticals
like
Xanax
and
Loritabs
Take
′em
all
with
alcohol,
then
hunt
for
some
more
to
grab
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?
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
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?
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
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
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?
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
spits
sharp
enough
to
cut
straight
to
your
brain
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?
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
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?
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
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?
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
- Repeat
2X
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
1 Tweark a Little
2 Betty Betty
3 Take Off
4 Ugly
5 Any Porch
6 Bubba Talk
7 Lovely
8 All the Same
9 Get Right
10 Open Wide
11 Infected
12 Well Water
13 The 1st Whutchacallit
14 Bubba Sparxxx
15 Regardless
16 Dark Days, Bright Nights
17 Handle of Beam (Non)
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