A native of LaGrange, Georgia, a young Andy Mathis was introduced to hip hop music by a neighbor (his closest at a half mile away) who received mixed tapes mailed from New York City. He began recording with Lil Devil in a group called One Card Shi in 1996, but the partnership did not last. A subsequent release saw some success in Georgia, and the album Dark Days, Bright Nights caught the attention of Jimmy Iovine of Interscope Records. He signed to Interscope after a bidding war and began working with record producers Timbaland and Organized Noize. The major-label version of Dark Days, Bright Nights, which now included five collaborations with Timbaland and two with Organized Noize, debuted at #3 on the Billboard Music Charts. In late 2003, he returned with his sophomore album, Deliverance.
He is currently signed to OutKast's Purple Ribbon Label, distributed through Virgin Records.
Bubba is also related to Haystak.
Albums
Dark Days, Bright Nights (2001) [Gold]
Deliverance (2003) [Gold]
The Charm (2006)
Bubba Talk
Bubba Sparxxx Lyrics
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I can't do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit..
There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self
Slide inside Timmy's track and ride it 'til nothing's left
Bet you then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture
like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?
Drank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway?
Okay, let's get it on, in any shape form or fashion
At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens
y'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin clearly?
I just throw y'all little lames on any trash heap that's near me
Fuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em
Send 'em to Nelly B(?), and certainly they'll get 'em
I really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me
But I know why after this here session, y'all resent me
Never the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk
Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk
[Chorus: Bubba Sparxxx]
y'all don't know me a'tall
I say the same thang but slower than y'all
A little Southern charm to top it off
Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk
y'all don't know me a'tall
I say the same thang but slower than y'all
A little Southern charm to top it off
Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY!
[Bubba Sparxxx]
This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin
Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?
Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba's rise
All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs
Can't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country
But the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy
Lawd this boy's gone, from dirty to fast speed
And if she don't visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze
If you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party
Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi
Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once
Still talkin Bubba but I can't complete the sentence
[Chorus]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
I slowly let my anger turn to just concern
for y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn
In this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin
That's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this
I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?)
y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please
There's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms
That's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em
I don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul?
They used to be sugar but they shit to me now
Get in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off
No matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk
[Chorus] - repeat 2X
In Bubba Sparxxx's song Bubba Talk, the lyrics depict Bubba's self-awareness of being different from others in the music industry. He acknowledges that he cannot perform like Timbaland or rap like others, using "Southern charm" to deliver his message slowly. Bubba describes his style as a "legendary mixture" that people can cope with as easily as they would a drink like Jim Beam and Coke. He is well aware of his roots in the mud and his interactions with people from all walks of life, whether at the Tunnel in New York or dorms in Athens.
The second verse in Bubba Talk is quite memorable, as it describes a scene where Bubba is in a club with his "folks" who have had too much to drink, and some rednecks and thugs are present as well. The lyrics portray a sense of chaos and recklessness, as these individuals are happy to be out of the country but yet the country is still within them. Bubba's lyrics illustrate how they go from being "dirty to fast speed" and how they might even try to take someone's "Betty" who has "rubber thighs".
Overall, the lyrics in Bubba Talk show how Bubba is self-assured of his unique style, and he is not afraid to showcase it. He is focused on making an impact in the music industry, and he understands that people might be resistant to his style, but he is content to let his country charm and mannerisms speak for themselves.
Line by Line Meaning
I can't do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit..
I can't make music like Timbaland does; that kind of fast, hip-hop music.
There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self
People think I'm silly for being a country boy.
Slide inside Timmy's track and ride it 'til nothing's left
When I work with Timbaland, I make the most of his music.
Bet you then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture
like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?
If people hear me with Timbaland's beats, it'll be legendary like Jim Beam and Coke. Are you ready for that combination?
Drank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway?
If you drink Jim Beam and Coke and you're still unhappy, what's the point?
I'm in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days
I'm not better than you; I've been struggling too.
Okay, let's get it on, in any shape form or fashion
At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens
Let's do this, no matter where we are. Whether we're in New York or Athens.
y'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin clearly?
I just throw y'all little lames on any trash heap that's near me
Can't you hear me? I put all my haters in the trash where they belong.
Fuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em
Send 'em to Nelly B(?), and certainly they'll get 'em
Screw them, damn them. Send them to Nelly B and they'll be finished for sure.
I really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me
But I know why after this here session, y'all resent me
I don't have to answer to your questions. But I know you'll still hate me after this.
Never the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk
Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk
I'm not one to argue; I just smile and let them go. But now they know what I'm capable of.
y'all don't know me a'tall
I say the same thang but slower than y'all
A little Southern charm to top it off
Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk
You don't know me at all. I say the same thing, but with a slower, Southern accent. That's just Bubba talk.
This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin
Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?
Things are getting wild because people are drinking. There are rednecks and thugs in the club - what are you thinking?
Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba's rise
All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs
They're getting excited and betting on my success. They're also admiring a woman with curvy thighs.
Can't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country
But the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy
I can't help but love those guys. They may be out of the country, but they still carry that country spirit with them.
Lawd this boy's gone, from dirty to fast speed
And if she don't visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze
I've gone from being dirty to moving at a fast pace. And if that woman doesn't come visit me, we'll have to find someone else.
If you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party
Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi
If you're angry, you should leave. This isn't your kind of party. We're drinking Jim Beam with gin, Hennessy, and white Bacardi.
Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once
Still talkin Bubba but I can't complete the sentence
We may be a little crazy, but you only live once. I'm still talking, but I can't finish my sentence.
I slowly let my anger turn to just concern
for y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn
I'm trying to let go of my anger and instead show concern for your well-being. I see there's a lot to gain.
In this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin
That's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this
This music industry is all about making money, and the dumb stuff is what people like. But hey, let's meet at the bank and see who's really making money.
I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?)
y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please
I'll withdraw two dollars and spend it on something useless. You can't keep up with me, so don't even try it.
There's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms
That's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em
There's something unique about the way I act, and that's why people should accept my help.
I don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul?
They used to be sugar but they shit to me now
I'm not sure if it's just me, but this industry is corrupt. They used to be sweet, but now they're garbage to me.
Get in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off
No matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk
Get in and have a good time, then leave me alone. No matter what it costs me, it's worth it when people hear Bubba talk.
Lyrics ยฉ Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Written by: WARREN ANDERSON MATHIS, TIMOTHY Z MOSLEY
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@tommyjonas1777
I can't do that Timbaland shit, that that shoop shit..
There goes that damn Bubba just bein his country self
Slide inside Timmy's track and ride it 'til nothing's left
Bet you then they'll get the picture, a legendary mixture
like Jim Beam and Coke, can you cope with that elixir?
Drank it, that'll fix ya, why you angry anyway?
I'm in the same mud as you, been dirty for plenty days
Okay, let's get it on, in any shape form or fashion
At the Tunnel in New York, or at the dorms out in Athens
y'all still don't hear me? Am I not speakin clearly?
I just throw y'all little lames on any trash heap that's near me
Fuck 'em, hot damn 'em, really, to hell with 'em
Send 'em to Nelly B(?), and certainly they'll get 'em
I really don't have to answer to questions that y'all present me
But I know why after this here session, y'all resent me
Never the one to fuss, just smile and let 'em walk
Okey-dokey, now they knowin how Bubba talk
y'all don't know me a'tall
I say the same thang but slower than y'all
A little Southern charm to top it off
Okey-dokey, dis dat Bubba talk
y'all don't know me a'tall
I say the same thang but slower than y'all
A little Southern charm to top it off
Okey-dokey - SPIT BOY!
This time it gets ugly, my folks done got to drankin
Some rednecks and thugs in the club, now what you thankin?
Hopped up and stankin, bankin on Bubba's rise
All up on that Betty you got, with rubber thighs
Can't help but love them guys, they happy they out the country
But the country's still in them, black and nappy, white and grungy
Lawd this boy's gone, from dirty to fast speed
And if she don't visit, we snatchin that rare squeeze
If you mad leave, this is not yo' type of party
Some Jim Beam with gin and Henn with white Bacardi
Yeah we quite retarded but hell you only live once
Still talkin Bubba but I can't complete the sentence
I slowly let my anger turn to just concern
for y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn
In this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin
That's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this
I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?)
y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please
There's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms
That's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em
I don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul?
They used to be sugar but they shit to me now
Get in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off
No matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk
I slowly let my anger turn to just concern
for y'alls well bein, I'm seein there's much to earn
In this money pit of music, this dummy shit's amusin
That's what you think it is? Meet me at the bank with this
I'll withdraw the same two bills and spend it on port (?)
y'all can't run with me, stay on the porch please
There's somethin special, about Bubba's mannerisms
That's why they should accept, any helpin hand I give 'em
I don't know, is it me, or is this industry foul?
They used to be sugar but they shit to me now
Get in and get bent, that's enough then cut me off
No matter what it cost it's worth it when Bubba talk
@kokainedoves9128
This my mfn song Bubba was definitely doing his thang in his own lane ๐ฃ๏ธ 2020 still bumpin
@JamesSmith-vr4vb
That beat hit tho.
@Therealsonnygotgame
Timberland Was In His Bag ๐ผ
@jaredchance8903
Mane da beat!!!
@Mr.Memphis10
TIMBO A F*CKING GENIUS
@Therealsonnygotgame
Beat Is Ridiculous Bruh ๐คฏ
@joecole6875
When a beat got cows, you know it gon be fire.
@YojoGB
DAT BEAT
@vernonwellingtonjr3819
ฮฯฯฯฮฑฯ ฮฯฮฑฮณฮฑฯฮฑฯ wish there was an instrumental
@Mr.Memphis10
That's that Timbaland &hit!