No Chlorine Bubba Sparxxx (Ft. 2Baba & Kosha)

Uh-huh, uh-huh

[Verse 1: Bubba Sparxxx]
This ain't a lecture, this ain't a verse
Born the second, I die the first
Of all the pain we endure in life
I bet dyin' hurts but lying's worse
Drive my hearse down 85
To mama's house north of LaGrange
Drop my corpse off on the porch
And leave my remains torched up in flames
Bidding wars, big city tours
The wanna know, is it really pure?
Could these country bumpkins be up to something?
'Sides eatin' chicken and sippin' Coors
'Fishin' lures on my Polo hat
I pity ya'll if you don't know that
I just left LA and I won't go back
'Til I'm sittin' on 24 gold plaques
Whether with my folks or with solo raps
They get no fuckin' compromise
So let that shit be understood
'Fore we cross the t's and dot the i's
Keep occupied 'til God arrives
To show ya'll just what Bubba meant
To tamper with how He wrote the script
Clearly makes no fuckin' sense
Substances that's pure to us
Contaminated by your device
But we keep the course that was set for us
'Cause eternity's an echo of life
Please Lord keep Bubba clean
Keep Face clean, keep Kosha clean
As we walk the road that's travelled less
Please don't suggest no chlorine