All The Same lyrics

All the same



[Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)]

A fifth of Gin when you celebrate (That`s white thangs)

I`ll be fine, didn`t hesitate (That`s white thangs)

Sippin Henn, swervin wood grain (That`s black thangs)

But to me, it`s just all the same (It`s all the same)



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Damn, what a difference a year and a hundred and 12 days makes

Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin they gave me I made breaks

Basically baby, I`ve been great, this ain`t no recent development

But now it`s official I`m the doo-doo, and you ain`t gon` keep `em from smellin it

Do you have a speaking impediment bitch, or are you just at a loss for words

Oh-no actually I`m monogonous, all that talk was false you heard

So don`t stall betty just slurp, of course I`ma tell you when

Oops my bad that`s my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then

I just bought me 5 new Polos, cuz see I`m partial to that logo

That horse is just so Bubba, that means rural like you don`t know

Regardless though I`m gon` glow, even in my birthday suit

And when it comes to that soft, yes sir`ee I circle that too

So when you feel it poundin in yo` chest and it causes a slight pain

Just shake it off and smile I got`cha, doin the white thangs ok



[Hook- 2x]



[Backbone]

I`m outdoors early mo`nin sellin this country crock

Let`s get this understood, gotta get me off the top

I got them break down dimes and bomb with twenty-fives on the block

Of that `naw that hawd, talkin `bout that glass that straight drop

Bartender, send me Remi, Henny or straight shot

Then see me flee, high speed from eight cops

Leave `em floored, showin how I`m opposed, y`all can`t stop

Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot `partment

Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot

Them young G`s up on that corner, done made the porch hot

Them folk say they sweepin, seekin `He who hold stock`

Ay, run tell shawty, cut off, close shop

I told them boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC

Tell `em "Naw we don`t sell that shit round here doc"

They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot

But we know when they comin, cuz money bark a lot



[Hook]



[Bubba Sparxxx]

I`m seein more clearly now, how subtle the difference between us might be

Mr. Fat Face got that big weight but still that seem just like me

I`m doin my thing dispite these, little lifestyle expectations

Y`all chose to set for me, shit I`m headed to where my next check waitin



[Backbone]

Look here, beat me I`m old school like LL J beatin off in your Regal

With six eights cross the deck, hittin, sittin on fifteen inch eagles

And Vogues, case closed, order one mo` get drunk, throw bo`s

We in here puttin on, all night y`all `til the place close



[Hook - 2x]



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[Hook - 2x]
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