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Lyrics by: Timbaland
# Debut Chart
6 Aug '01 R&B
15 Sep '01 Hot 100


Uh uh uh uh.... Say what, say what Freaky, freaky, uh Bubba I ain't choose to rhyme Rhyming chose me So I hit the track running Like a nosebleed

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Life ain't great now But it's much improved Your album dropping this summer That sucks for you Cause this is Bubba's moment I put my mother on it I said my momma It seems as if I love her, don't it So buckle up 'Cause it's gon' get bumpy I call my girlfriends Betty's And my shits grumpies That Bubba talk Gotcha open wide I giggle outside the booth But ain't no joke inside This is complicated At least to y'all it is Just let me sell fifty million Then I'll call it quits But until that day Y'all in deep doo doo I never once saw you crank it 'Cause I could sleep through you What you need to do Is just admit you love me The South has always been dirty But now it's getting ugly [CHORUS] Ugly in here Huh, in here, huh, in here It's gon' get ugly in here Huh, in here, huh, in here It's gon' get ugly, ugly, ugly In here, huh, in here It's gon' get ugly in here Huh, in here, huh, in here Though I am country Don't get the wrong idea My ego's getting bigger With every song I hear Cause y'all been bullshitting Spitting that booty chatter Out here for two days and Came with something that truly matters On goes the saga of Bubba's plight She won't see tomorrow If I don't cut tonight That's just my mood now I hate it came to this How else can I say it I don't speak no other languages I'm fairly ripped now So this the jimmy talking You hear that beat don't you That's just Timmy talking Go 'head, throw them bows Fuck it, break a bottle Let's be honest None of us will ever date a model So let's just cut it loose Ignore the repercussions If you scared Then just forget what we discussing This that new South Take a picture of me 'Cause I'm a fucking legend And this is getting ugly [repeat CHORUS] Now this thing is jumping Ain't it something What makes it special This whole moment came from nothing Now you seeing triples I bet she slurp tonight Lames, hide your wallets Hating broads, clutch your purses tight If you ain't trying to live You with the wrong crowd And if you feeling brave Then better sport that thong proud And if you finally breathing Then sing this song loud I'm glad I got you wet I know you had a long drought Don't worry about the law They can't arrest us all I had to crank couldn't of Done nothing less for y'all Forget your inhibitions I wanna see you wilding And if Bubba dies tonight Know he was smiling [repeat CHORUS 2x] Switch it one time Now switch it back, baby Switch it one time Now switch it back, baby Holla, ain't no stopping me Copywritten so (so what) Don't copy me I want you to Holla, ain't no stopping me Copywritten so, don't copy me Come on, Bubba, let's go


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