[Chorus] - 2X
  I see you comin round the barn
  I just can't think of anything that can
  make me smile like you can
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx - talking over Chorus]
  Yeah, yeah
  It's the era of the New South, yes sir
  Sooner or later, one way or another
  
  [Verse 1 - Bubba Sparxxx]
  There's a portion of the south in the spirit of this song
  Keep followin the fiddle, it'll never steer you wrong
  I've lived a lot of life, so my innocence is blown
  I'm headin to La Grange, to replenish it at home
  I've been across the globe and I've seen the world's charm
  I taught 'em my slang, I didn't mean the world harm
  It makes the soul smile to see what I've accomplished
  I got up out the woods without a map or a compass
  Life does change and the sun does set
  But my last breath ain't a one gust yet
  As long as daddy knows that his son does sweat
  The same as he did for that unjust check
  I'll sleep fine and a child will come
  With the same last name as my papa's son
  And you can rest assure that my son will know
  That his dada wasn't a one squeal show
  
  [Chorus] - 2X
  
  [Verse 2 - Bubba Sparxxx]
  One time for the New South's imminent progression
  Thank the good lord so generous with blessings
  Whenever it was needed he'd send me some direction
  I'd gaze up in the sky and take a minute for reflection
  Is it baby balls or a miniature erection
  It makes you view change with degenerate dejection
  Pay no nevermind to what the Senator's confessin
  He don't really mean it, he just winnin his election
  Nothin they can do to have prevented this obsession
  With the vaccination of innocence infection
  My heart is behind it if I hint it or suggest it
  I finish with aggression but meant it with affection
  To the common man at the end of his oppression
  Welcome into church only meant for the collection
  And the common woman, gender's no exception
  Please keep providing with men in your reflection
  
  [Chorus] - 2X
  
  [Verse 3 - Bubba Sparxxx]
  There is no king for the throne I seat
  All by myself, so alone I leap
  For the young boy, daddy gone five weeks
  He's only fourteen, but he's grown by me
  Cause he keep the heat on and his little sister fed
  With his knowledge of the land and the tools in the shed
  He could be in school, but he chose this instead
  No avenue he won't pursue for the bread
  And who was there to speak for him but Bubba
  He listens to his own, can't relate to none other
  The product of a bad hand and a young mother
  If daddy wasn't ready all it took was one rubber
  To prevent the pain that his family done suffered
  Thankfully his son is a real come upper
  Cause it's gonna be somethin on the table come supper
  There the plight of my people is uncovered
  
  [Chorus] - 4X
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Hey people!
  Let me see if you can work it
  And say ..
  
  [Missy Elliot from "Work It"]
  *"I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it"* - backwards - 2X
  
  [Bubba Sparxxx]
  Hey people!
  Let me show you the reverse trick
  
  [Missy Elliot from "Work It"]
  "I put my thang down, flip it and reverse it" - 2X
  
  [*beat from song mixed with Missy Elliot's "Work It" beat*]
  C'mon ..
  C'mon ..
  C'mon ..
  C'mon ..
  Uh huh