Sleepy Brown - All the Same lyrics

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Sleepy Brown - All the Same lyrics

[Hook - Sleepy Brown (Bubba)] A fifth of Beam when you celebrate (That's white thangs) Poppin five, didn't hesitate (That's white thangs) Sippin Henn, swervin wood grain (That's black thangs) But to me, it's just all the same (It's all the same) [Bubba Sparxxx] Damn, what a difference a year and a hundred and 12 days makes Came the longest country mile, thanks to nothin they gave me I made breaks Basically baby, I've been great, this ain't no recent development But now it's official, I'm the doo-doo; And you ain't gon' keep 'em from smellin it Do you have a speaking impediment b**h, or are you just at a loss for words Oh-no actually I'm monogomous, all that talk was false you heard So don't stall betty just slurp, of course I'mma tell you when Oops my bad that's my mistake, I was just gonna tell you then I just bought me 5 new Polos, cuz see I'm partial to that logo That horse is just so Bubba, that means rural like you don't know Regardless though I'm gon' glow, even in my birthday suit And when it comes to that soft, yes sir'ee I circle that too So when you feel it poundin in yo' chest and it causes a slight pain Just shake it off and smile I got'cha, doin the white thangs ok [Hook - 2x] [Backbone] I'm outdoors early mo'nin sellin this country crock Let's get this understood, gotta get me off the top I got them break down dimes and bomb with twenty-fives on the block Of that 'naw that hawd, talkin 'bout that gla** that straight drop Bartender, send me Remi, Henny or straight shot Then see me flee, high speed from eight cops Leave 'em floored, showin how I'm opposed, y'all can't stop Jumped the fence, went down the path, came out by Ms. Dot 'partment Ay, ay Bubba Sparxx shoot we down to the spot Them young G's up on that corner, done made the porch hot Them folk say they sweepin, seekin 'He who hold stock' Ay, run tell shawty, cut off, close shop I told them boys down there, homes in the van was a NARC Tell 'em "Naw we don't sell that sh** round here doc" They bout four cars deep, sittin in the Croger parkin lot But we know when they comin, cuz money bark a lot [Hook] [Bubba Sparxxx] I'm seein more clearly now, how subtle the difference between us might be Mr. Fat Face got that big weight but still that seem just like me I'm doin my thing dispite these, little lifestyle expectations Y'all chose to set for me, sh** I'm headed to where my next check waitin [Backbone] Look here, beat me I'm old school like LL J beatin off in your Regal With six eights cross the deck, hittin, sittin on fifteen inch eagles And Vogues, case closed, order one mo' get drunk, throw bo's We in here puttin on, all night y'all 'til the place close [Hook - 2x] {*music plays*} [Hook - 2x]