If It's Bumpin'
Bubba Sparxxx Lyrics


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I drop the verses y'all don't deliver
Take the chances y'all won't consider
Got a loyal broad named Betty who
Know what to do with that chrome I give her
I'm on the shitter
Thinkin' 'bout my bank account and how to make it bigger
Then I grab the tool and take your jewels
And I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's
It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin' Shwag eatin Crystal chicks
On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha
Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
Ain't this some shit?
Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
And leave you strokin' all by yourself
Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
And put some coal on your nipple and neck
Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has it
I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
It's just a habit, reppin' Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins
I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same
I tend to aim towards spittin' thangs, it's classical so masterful
When it comes to this here make the shit clear
Heard to y'all comes natural

[Chorus]
We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck
Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold
Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with your

Step in the club it's on
Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on
A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip on
A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass
And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club
With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass
Puttin' it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be
Better call a producer when you see me
And get your ass right back in the GT
Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin' just for a name boy
Goin upsize with the Game Boy
Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout "Kosha baby, call me"
Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep
And I'll get back witcha shawty
Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
When the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone
So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy)
And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it)
We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it
The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin'
We stay up in the club y'all look at us
And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin"

[Chorus]

Whassup fuck nigga, man you know who you is (you know)
You the ones be payin' hoes and buyin' them gifts (trick ass)
You mad when you find out some other niggaz get it
Ain't payin' no bills just stayin' real and still be hittin' it
I'm a old school playa I just pay for her dinner
Maybe buy a little liquor I spend some talk in the mirror
This the playa from the soul; love to gang up on hoes
I'm tryna let this pimp shit go cause I don't even like it no mo'
See these niggaz that I hang with they just run through these skanks
Talk about 'em over dinner, pass women like dank

Mmm-hmm, and I'ma put twenty-five
On the them ol' fire ass Mercedes Rolls
That don't never come 'round no mo' that shit right dere
Country-ass Bubba Sparxxx, ain't no fuckin around wit G.O. again
That put me in this backwoods committee
My ace Kosha, Bo Hagin, west central Georgia's finest
Man Bo, go on snap again

Man, I'm gon' tell it like it is, I'm gon' sit the rear
I stand true to high live, this a quest for a mil'
It done took a nigga different places, seen plenty of faces
Whatever may have been the cases I thank God for his graces
See my knife'll tell the fakers, kept me spinnin' like breakers
And every day I play awake a nigga learnin' by haters
See I take a ho, and shake a ho, that's how we live
All women ain't bitches but see most of them is, uhh





[Chorus:Repeat x2]

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Bubba Sparxxx's song "If It's Bumpin'" feature the artist boasting about his abilities, his lifestyle, and his prowess with women. He starts off by saying that he drops the verses that others can't deliver, and takes chances that they won't consider. He has a loyal partner named Betty who knows how to handle the chrome (gun) he gives her. He thinks about his bank account and how to make it bigger while on the toilet, but also grabs his weapon to take jewels from those who cross him. He enjoys partying with Boo and Kosha and drinking mixtures of bourbon and coke while smoking weed, but looks down on those who have "pencil dicks." Whenever Bubba and his friends go to the club, they steal other guys' girls, leaving them to stroke themselves.


Bubba Sparxxx proves to be an insightful lyrics writer in this song, with the ability to paint vivid and humorous pictures with his text. He embodies a braggadocious personality, showing off that he is great with women, has a loyal partner, has no qualms stealing other guys' girls, and enjoys getting drunk and high. Beyond that, he shows a dark side to his personality too, claiming to have a gun and willing to use it to take other people's valuables. The combination of his party-going abilities and street smarts make for an interesting mix within the song.


Line by Line Meaning

I drop the verses y'all don't deliver
I rap better than you do


Take the chances y'all won't consider
I am willing to do risky things that you are not


Got a loyal broad named Betty who
I have a reliable girlfriend named Betty who


Know what to do with that chrome I give her
knows how to use the gun that I give her


I'm on the shitter
I am on the toilet


Thinkin' 'bout my bank account and how to make it bigger
I am thinking about ways to increase my wealth


Then I grab the tool and take your jewels
I then use a gun to steal your valuables


And I'ma watch this blew the same as Jigga's
I will spend the money I steal like Jay-Z does


It ain't the liquor I'm really sick, smokin' Shwag eatin Crystal chicks
I am not drunk, but rather I enjoy smoking bad weed and eating low-quality food


On a rollercoaster with Bo and Kosha
I am on a rollercoaster with my friends Bo and Kosha


Can't even fuck witch'all pencil dicks
I am not interested in having sex with men who have small penises


Ain't this some shit?
Isn't this surprising?


Every time we step inside the club y'all tryna guess
Whenever we go to a club, you are trying to determine


Which one of us gon' snatch your bitch
Which one of us will take your girlfriend


And leave you strokin' all by yourself
And leave you alone masturbating


Understand this Bubba Sparxxx, S-P-A-are-triple X
My name is Bubba Sparxxx, spelled S-P-A-R-T-R-I-P-L-E X


I sprinkle soul in your pussy hole
I inject passion into your vagina


And put some coal on your nipple and neck
I add excitement to your breasts and neck


Tell your man, if he flex it's gettin drastic, legend has it
If your man tries to fight, it will be a serious situation, as they say


I know this mob spell G-A and with no delay they'll let him have it
I am a member of a gang that spells G-A, and they will attack him immediately


It's just a habit, reppin' Athens and LaGrange, it's in my veins
It's a habit for me to represent Athens and LaGrange, it's in my blood


I'm mixin Beam with Coke and (?), and every time it's still just the same
I mix Jim Beam with Coca-Cola and something else, and it always tastes the same


I tend to aim towards spittin' thangs, it's classical so masterful
I aim my lyrics towards expressing myself in a classical and masterful way


When it comes to this here make the shit clear
When it comes to this, I'm making sure everyone understands me


Heard to y'all comes natural
To me, this comes naturally


[Chorus]
The chorus repeats throughout the song


We make these lames wanna fight, make these bitches wanna fuck
Our behavior makes some people want to fight us and makes others want to have sex with us


Drink Bourbon in a cup, if it's bumpin' turn it up
We drink Bourbon in cups and turn up the volume when music is playing


We gon' weave, we gon' roll, watch the Franklin faces fold
We are going to dance and move around, and we will see the faces of those watching us look surprised


Chasin multi-platinum plaques while y'all settlin' for dough
We are trying to win multi-platinum awards while you are just settling for cash


Drop that liquid on yo' tongue, put that reefer in your lungs
We use drugs, such as liquid on the tongue and marijuana in our lungs


Close the curtains here we come, boy hush until I'm done
We are here to party, so be quiet until we are finished


We gon' drink, we gon' smoke, keep that floss on they toes
We are going to drink, smoke, and make people envious of us


When these broads start some lickin', we just might end up with your
When these women start showing interest in us, the relationship between you and them may end


Step in the club it's on
When I enter the club, the party begins


Nevertheless gonna find the somebody I could sip on
I am going to find someone to drink with, no matter what


A seat with a view in the V.I.P., and got two tight things to grip on
I have a good seat with a VIP view, and two attractive women to hold onto


A bag of trees to put my lip on - gotta cut it, roll it, light it, pass
I have a bag of weed to smoke - I have to prepare it, light it, and pass it around


And me and Bubba gettin' crunk in the club
Bubba and I are getting wild in the club


With a tape full of Bud in a champagne glass
We have a tape full of Budweiser beer in a champagne glass


Puttin' it down for the B.C., in the backwoods where we be
We are representing the B.C. (his crew?) in the rural areas where we spend time


Better call a producer when you see me
When you see me, you should call a music producer


And get your ass right back in the GT
And get back in your GT (muscle car)


Y'all lame boys, hangin up lookin' just for a name boy
You are a pathetic person, just trying to get attention


Goin upsize with the Game Boy
You are trying to improve your image with a Game Boy (portable video game system)


Witcho' mind right go out lookin' for a cane boy, it's a shame boy
If you have the right mindset, you should go out and find a wealthy sugar daddy, unfortunately


You the main one tryna stall right, sold the broads out the game boy
You are the one stalling (not taking action), and you have given up on women


I beat 'em down like chop chop chop
I criticize women harshly


Yessuh, cut 'em up and leave 'em alone
Yes, I will criticize them and then leave them alone


On my cell phone they callin', talkin' 'bout "Kosha baby, call me"
Women are calling my cell phone, asking me to call them back


Leave your name and your number at the sound of the beep
Leave your contact information after the beep (sound of voicemail)


And I'll get back witcha shawty
And I will contact you later, girl


Most hated by baby daddies for breakin' up happy homes
Single mothers' ex-partners hate me for seducing their exes


When the men is on and she don't say no then that mean she wanna bone
When a woman does not refuse sex with a man, it means she wants to have sex


So partna don't get me wrong, I'm just bein Kosha
Don't get me wrong, I'm just being myself (Kosha)


That Southern playa with a stroke that keep 'em wet like a ocean
I am a southern player with a sexual technique that excites women


Yessuh, me and Bubba get rowdy (rowdy)
Yes, Bubba and I get wild


And me and Bubba get bout it (bout it)
And Bubba and I get into it (start trouble)


We are violators we annihilate you, no ifs ands buts about it
We are rule-breakers and we will destroy you, without a doubt


The air up here stay cloudy, I originate in shotcallin'
The air around us is hazy, and I am an authority figure


We stay up in the club y'all look at us
We stay in the club and people look at us


And say, "Damn, them boys be ballin"
"Wow, those guys are really enjoying themselves and spending a lot of money"




Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: GERALD HALL, CEDRICK LEONARD, WARREN ANDERSON MATHIS, KELVIN SELDON

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