(feat. Justin Timberlake)

[Justin:]

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny



[Bubba:]

Now I done banged a heap of Betties in various modes of transport

'N told them as they exit be sure that they close the damn door

The quiet country types is usually those I'm scared for ??

Some scared at first, but usually those demand more

Really ain't conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug

A horny little parasite that all the women love to love

Tell you what it is today, I ain't concerned with what it was

Bubba fixin' to get it done, I put that on my brother Russ

Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin'

Bubba so psst psst knowing that I'm listening

I ain't gotta chain, boy my peck[?] is all that's glistenin'

Whachu steamin' on folk, y'all ain't even disciplined

I ain't leaving nothin', this the house me and my people built

Huggin' me and dappin' me, buddy I can see your guilt

It's cold when you're wrong and you lookin' like you need a quilt

Y'all matter less everytime this margarita tilt



[Chorus:]

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny



A lot of y'all was thinkin' that Bubba would probably disappear

Get some show money from UGLY and buy a keg of beer

And another pig to give my other pigs some company

Rent a doublewide and just live it out in luxary

In due time, but there's business left to attend to

I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to

And another tramp before my great aunt Missy

Yea, I've been drinkin' but I ain't that pissy

Thinkin' back to when my daddy told me what it's all about

He said no matter what I do in life, some of y'all'll pout

I can deal with that long as all my folks is eatin' good

Let that channel pass over more than any Easter could

I'm on the roll again and I ain't talkin' ecstacy

Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin' to write some checks to me

Soon as me and Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop

Man I think you right, it ain't nothing but some hip hop



I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny



I'm back off in the saddle with smile and that cajolery

Mama always knew how big a stallion I would grow to be

Way beyond these suckers both lyrically and vocally

I doubted for a moment, now it's clear to me I'm supposed to be

An uncanny whit plus a time that is impeccable

Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable

How does Bubba do it, you won't find it in a manual

Confused them all at first so this time is understandable

Staring at the ceiling fan, pondering my future now

Wondering what the hell to do with all this loot I found

Got my tractor polished up and I'm as drunk as Cooter Brown

Navigating yet another one of Timmy's supersounds



I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny

I could go number one ten times

Pretty girls that like my rhymes

You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine

Guess wha, wha, don't really give a hootnanny...