One.. Two.. One..Two..Three Lets GO..
  
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  Back in the mud again, I confess, I'm so happy here
  There's nothing you can do to make me stay away, away, away
  
  [Verse 1]
  It's just that country boy, city slick
  Hot boy, temperament
  Add the pony, add the flame
  Either way it's an event
  If it's me consider it
  Pardon the coincidence, even though they mumble at me
  Suckers keep they distances
  Father, Kay Hey
  What's that they say
  Hip hop redneck that's a safe place
  Say what makes you comfortable
  With me cause I like it here
  How about a rural dwelling, urban music pioneer
  Turn it up, let it bang
  Run with me, I bet you can't
  Took too much to make it float
  Never will I let it sink
  So we reinvented it
  Boy are we generous
  Hoping that my moment pass
  I can see the end of it
  25 years of life, I was born yesterday
  Loving life, doing right, earning every breath I take
  Standing in the mud again, cause it seems to pay me well
  Playing with my not so distance cousins from the ATL AHHH..
  
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  [Verse 2]
  Ah Yea, Ah Yea
  Press it up
  Ship it out
  Call the pony
  Rent it out
  Everything I Am today
  Is what I've really what I've been about
  Athens Georgia Resident
  Native of Lagrange though
  I don't love the Peach State, brothers say it ain't so
  Naw, Sir, In Fact it's quite the opposite
  Loving yall from Brunswick, Up to the metropolis
  Can't forget about my Betty Betty in the ?.
  That put them triple X's at the end of Andy's Monica
  How can I run from, everything that made me
  Knowing all the love I get is appreciated greatly
  Now witness something truly inconceivable
  Bubba International, but still he kept it regional
  Trying to make my momma proud
  Ricky Lathens see me smile
  Gotta make sure this next CD is the fire
  Making sure everyone one of my talented associates gets what they deserve
  Nothing short that's appropriate YEA!!!
  
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  [Verse 3]
  Get your cup, fill it up
  Soda don't appeal to us
  But if your broke, do what you can't that alone still enough
  Help us out if your rich, cause we about to pitch a bitch
  Just stop by the store and grab a case of that, a six of this
  Hey Betty get it ready, cause you daddys in route
  Let her join the Beat Club, peep that lil trim out
  Have her screaming new south, with out pulling loot out
  He always wonder what you doing, let him wonder who now
  At the end of the day, I will have no regrets
  Got it done on every front, and I ain't even focused yet
  At the bottom of the pond, swimming with them mud cats
  If you dive in I'm perusing for a grudge match
  Spell It out L-E-G-E-N-D, I still believe
  What ever goal God set for me, indeed I will achieve
  Either in this life, for in the next
  Whether drinking Gin or Becks
  Bubba fin, to bring it home, still you can send a check
  
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