Bubba Sparxxx - Oh No lyrics

[Intro: Big Boi] We're back This is MC extraordinaire Reporting to you for W-A D-F, generation one television We here in a remote area Somewhere way back up in the woods With members of the elite Dungeon Family Them boys in there workin' on some sh** so fire I bullsh** you not [Verse 1: k**er Mike] Ey, welcome to Purple Ribbon, prime-time official k**er Mike, y'all k**er k** from the ville, go hard on the rhyme Like a junkie on powder I go hard every line I'm a ex-Dope Boi but I still rap low And I sold more horse than a polo sto' I'm destined to become a millionaire Similar to Phil Collins I can feel it in the air My car change colors like a million airs Necklace, get reckless and touch my chain I put it in the air and bust your brain Any s**er out there tryna' take my cash Better pray God with him when I catch his a** Or he gon' lay there dyin' wit' a bullet in his a** [Hook] 4x We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all Sideline uppin' these haters and b**h riders [Verse 2: Bubba Sparxxx] Pardon my French but if you give me an inch I'm a take five kilometres and give it to the commoners Some dirty white boys and some hoochie black girls Nearly one million sold but I'm still in that world That's why you won't see Bubba, buck head bouncin' Unless it's the cream and I'm upstairs countin' You know the type of bread that don't involve accountants Continuin' the legacy my four fathers founded We won a lot of battles but the war is still ragin' She's turned a lot of tricks but the who*e is still agein' What is ? what God gave me for my birthday You ain't D-F dawg, f** what your shirt say Talkin' bout he's undeserving of the blessin's When truthfully the tat was roomin' them suggestions New ? clean in the game they ? We ain't them boys that you can't say earned it [Hook] 4x We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all Sideline uppin' these haters and b**h riders [Verse 3: Big Boi] Every now and then, me and my kin, we get to bussin' Not in the high school football game, I'm talkin' bout rhyme thrustin' I'm talkin' bout line crushin', somethin's empty bumpin' On the low straight out the oven like some blueberry muffins We got the stuffing like some ? or somethin', macaroni, mackalicious Mack a b**h or a woman, there is a difference Not if the woman start b**hin', won't get in the kitchen Male, chauvinistic, nah, ho, you missed it I'm just kiddin', just playin', I'm just sayin' we humpin' around Like the ghost of Bobby Brown and Stankonia lingerin' round We have found proof of sound of our ground When we've split in two parts, no one can block us now Maybe top lock but we can't stop, let the great white head be severed We weathered the storm, with feathers, something we treasure (Well I never) and you never will, s**ered up The Dungeon Family is here to stay and we don't give a flying f** [Hook] 8x We trendsetters off the chain rock wilders, y'all Sideline uppin' these haters and b**h riders