Regardless - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Regardless - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Bubba Sparxxx |
| Artist | C.I. |
| Album | Dark Days, Bright Nights |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 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 **** 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 **** | |
| 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? **** 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 ****ed 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 **** i'm at | |
| No matter who the **** i'm around | |
| I'ma do what the **** +i+ do | |
| Ride walk leave it or love it i don't give a **** | |
| Now i ****s with a mother****er 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 mother****in south | |
| Bubba kay worldwide, ay | |
| Venice to venezeula, (?) | |
| Y'all know what the **** it is.. (?) bitch |
| Yeah, ha b. k. c. i. okay? | |
| Yo | |
| You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a fortyfour | |
| 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 doodoo 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 purchasin a car, i live on " new jersey drive" | |
| Athens georgia, threeohsixohfive, 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 thirtythree times the law tangled me up | |
| With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we | |
| 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? 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 ed 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 buckfifty 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 i' m at | |
| No matter who the i' m around | |
| I' ma do what the i do | |
| Ride walk leave it or love it i don' t give a | |
| Now i s with a mother er 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 mother in south | |
| Bubba kay worldwide, ay | |
| Venice to venezeula, ? | |
| Y' all know what the it is.. ? bitch |
| Yeah, ha b. k. c. i. okay? | |
| Yo | |
| You ever rolled up in a convenience store with a fortyfour | |
| 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 doodoo 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 purchasin a car, i live on " new jersey drive" | |
| Athens georgia, threeohsixohfive, 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 thirtythree times the law tangled me up | |
| With chunky tray, legs up, stuck, thinkin we | |
| 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? 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 ed 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 buckfifty 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 i' m at | |
| No matter who the i' m around | |
| I' ma do what the i do | |
| Ride walk leave it or love it i don' t give a | |
| Now i s with a mother er 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 mother in south | |
| Bubba kay worldwide, ay | |
| Venice to venezeula, ? | |
| Y' all know what the it is.. ? bitch |
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