Who Sang Run'n Wit Bubba? Bubba Sparxxx

Bubba Sparxxx Dark Days, Bright Nights cover art
Release information
Release Date: 2000-4-18
length: 4:35
Lyrics
Hahahahahahahahaaaaaa
Where Bubba at, oh
He down the hall, talkin' nonsense baby

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just blood and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
I went from big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary

This twelve pack of natural light got a cracker actin' white
Bumpin' everythang from Screw to Dave Matthews satellite
Daddy's right, Bubba K still is white feelin' like
If these hoes don't chill tonight I'm gon' feed her pills tonight
Until they right, yes sir, I'm buzzed, feelin' very festive
So I stroll up in the club to see if I am on the guest list
Excuse me Boi and Dre forgot to put me down again
But what if I hop my chunky ass up on this counter then
I finally found a friend and he said his name was Bill
Asked me did I wanna crank it at this other spot that he go
I said just let me know, we can take the White Accord
But you gotta put in for gas whatever rice you can afford
Look at this ice I scored, it ain't shiny, it don't glitter
But it'll keep us up for days and make your heart go patter-pitter
But if you got some kids you might call the babysitter
And tell your lady bye cause after this she may be bitter

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
I went from big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary

Now we out on two-eighty-five, me and Jill with this creow
Bitch he hookin' up with got a white friend that suck dick
Fuck this man, we finna take these hoes to Athens
They already drunk and rollin', and that real hoe is passin'
Plus around my Honda there's more ? than Anacondas
But Jill man that's cool, we got a swimming pool and a sauna
Out at the polo club, no no cuz, ain't no worries
But we gotta make it snappy though, my vision's gettin' blurry
And it's only ten-thirty, man this night is just beginnin'
Betty check that temperature, it's like the weather's right for sinnin'
But these some feisty women, and they got their own agenda
Did we tell 'em we was payin', fuck man I don't remember
I really hope we didn't cause I ain't got but nine dollars
And it ain't shit out in the crib except some empty wine bottles
To hell with these sluts we figurin to put they ?
Called along and say they missin' shit, hopefully they'll find us

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
I went from big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary

It's Monday morning now, me and Jill still ain't slept yet
You gotta work today, just call in sick, that's your best bet
A doctor would suggest rest but not when you with Bubba
Just weed, smoke and liquor, no oxygen, no water
Believe me when I say I'm a legend still in progress
Just run out to LaGrange and wait on my weed to harvest
Regardless of whether the chedder finds my pocket
I'm a do this dope and hope my mind can profit
Allow the blind to watch it, allowed your man to hear it
They say he came with heart, Sparxxx came with spirit
Only lames will fear it, my rednecks and thugs
Will walk with me to death, the rest stepped in mud
Attracted all my bruvs, you could have wiped your feet
Them high school all Americans, man they can't compete
With the pills that I swallow, ideals that I follow
Or how I did they sister in Jill's Monte Carlo
I still need to borrow a few bones for two stones
Or maybe just the keys to that new home that you own
I'm too grown for playin', I'm too ripped, I'm stayin'
Wit you another day, what you say, it's Bubba K-in', haha

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
I went from big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary

You runnin' wit Bubba now, put on your track shoes
Got a mouth full of fire, I'm finna spit it at you
No tattoos, just ? and other drugs
You don't love me just for that, well I bet you my mother does
What up cuz, we can do it, however you gon' pursue it
From big balls to sticks y'all, but still ain't nothin' to it
So grab that Betty, Betty, run up in that wetty, wetty
Then tell her you run wit Bubba, she know that he legendary

Thanks to Slim Dizz for these lyrics

Tracklist
CD 1
  • 1 Intro
  • 2 The 1st Whutchacallit
  • 3 Hungry
  • 4 Any Porch
  • 5 Infected
  • 6 Well Water
  • 7 Kuntry Folks
  • 8 The Truth of the Matter
  • 9 Regardless
  • 10 Wigged Out
  • 11 Run'n Wit Bubba
  • 12 The Godfather
  • 13 Betty-betty
  • 14 End Up Wit Yp's
  • 15 Take'm to the Water
  • 16 J.b.
  • 17 Handle of Beam
  • 18 Late
  • 19 Dark Days, Bright Nights
  • 20 Still Late

  • Release information
    label: Newtown Music
    country(area): United States
    format: CD
    barcode: 0661869280424
    script: Latin