Intro]

Let that water cleanse yo' mind

Feel it tricklin down yo' spine

It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts

and the price they'll pay to shine



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Now I done came a ways up this long road

In spite of the lies that y'all told

Believe me these folks is all cold

From the Polo Club to Paul doe

They all know Bubba ya boy who cut her without a rubber

But you couldn't look past my skin

So me and Ken wrote about the water

Now it's true I babble on about blotter and tales of beanstalks

But peep it it ain't no secret I'm reachin beyond that cheap talk

Cause we fought battles and this water make yo' trunk rattle

So if it's beef you searchin fo' I run with poachers who hunt cattle

And it don't matter, if you crunk in the club, or drunk in the pub

Bring that notion to my ocean boy you sunk in a sub

I'm crumblin buds of homegrown, ponderin shit that's gone wrong

But fuck it it ain't productive to dwell on somethin that's lone gone

My dome's blown, from twenty plus years of experimentin

with whatever drug you pedalin, from acid coke to heroin

But lately I've been settlin for liquor and herbal treats

I want the money, the hoes, and the house on Myrtle Beach



[Chorus]

Let that water cleanse yo' mind

Feel it tricklin down yo' spine

It's all about the wills and won'ts, do's and don'ts

and the price they'll pay to shine

Let that water cleanse yo' mind

I pray it opens up your eyes

Cause can't nobody call, tomorrow at all

So we live for the present time



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Next time you in the A-T-L get on 85 South and travel

sixty miles to Legrange, but watch yo' chrome off on that gravel

Then mount your horse and saddle cause you in the country now

The birthplace of Bubba 'kay now leave before the sun is down

It's funny how you look at us as nothin more than crumbs of dust

that's scattered on your wall when just like y'all in guns we trust

Run with us for bout a week, let us teach you how to speak

with this jazzy rural grammar to get them hoes up out they seat

Bouncin beats all down the street out them Buicks on chrome'n'blades

And even though it's Christmas day we still eatin on foamy plates

Ain't nuttin, we gon' be straight whether you accept us or decline us

I ain't Baby, Shan ain't Mannie - but I still feel we +Big Tymers+

Them classics all designers, unforgiven and livin

like today is forever cause tomorrow is for the vision

Based on optimism and honestly I can't see it

I'ma crank it up tonight if tomorrow comes so be it



[Chorus]



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Man I'm feelin day to day, on dope quotes

Ridin a boat that hope floats

With an entourage of po' folks

who smoke dope but don't cope

I swear to y'all I won't croak, before this dream is realized

No confederates in this settlement but trust me the South will rise

It ain't even about the rap shit, we already mastered that shit

All the water in this well's for country folks who never had shit

Did you know they closin down the only factory in this town?

But still you got the nerve to say it's plenty work to go around

I asked the Lord to hold me down 'til I find me some distribution

He kept me up for seven nights then finally hit me with this solution

As a result of this pollution it seems my water is now valued

at twenty dollars a jug, so yessir, we puttin it out soon

But in the form of loud tunes to soothe your troubled heart

What many call salvation is really just Bubba Sparxxx

So when I'm easin up them charts, say thank you cause this for y'all

Pay the price, live your life, and that money, get it all



[Chorus]



If you need to bathe, then bathe

And if you want to drink, come on and drink

from this well



[Chorus]



.. Bubba Sparxxx, huh, Big Shan, J.J., Southwestern Clay

.. Collabo, two geezy, huh, y'all hurtin for this

.. Huh, you need it, Bubba