Take a Load Off Bubba Sparxxx

Oh! (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh! (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh! (Ah, ah, ah, ah)
Oh! here we go

All my mamis right (Oh!)
*Vocal scratches* (Here we go)
All my mamis right (Oh!)
*Vocal scratches* (Here we go)

[Chorus]
Hey! (Ah) why you headin' my way (Ah)
What you need to do is
(Take the load off, what?)
(Take the load off, what?)
(Take the load off, what?)
(Take the load off Willy)
Hey! (Ah) why you headin' my way (Ah)
What you need to do is
(Take the load off, what?)
(Take the load off, what?)
(Take the load off, what?)
(Take the load off Willy)

[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
Who else is so rural, but still make you feel urban
Walk up in spine, ask if they can chill Bourbon
Jim Beam, Jack D, Evan Williams, that's me
Tellin' Ginuwine "I love Hank sing in that key"
Now he's lookin' at me, like Bub you alright
Yeah I party dog, but not with them drugs that y'all like
Now where Prada, Hampton and that little fuss is all hype
I want what you want, and that's the busted bra type
Where I come from, white boys ain't lame dog
Honky and all that, the real ones ain't called
Don't pull no bullshit unless you playin' paintball
You a fuckin' felon, yeah but I'm gonna wipe the stank off
CWB, read nothin' to flee
Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris
CWB, read nothin' to flee
Go on take a load off, I'll clean up the debris