06 Hootnanny Lyrics

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls that like my rhymes
You can say Bubba aint going to 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 aint going to shine
Guess wha, wha, don´t really give a hootnanny

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 d___ door
The quiet country types is usually those I am scared for[??]
Some scared at 1st, but usually those demand more
Really aint conceited, I just call myself the cutterbug
A h____ little parasite that all the women love to love
Tell you what it´s today, I aint concerned with what it was
Bubba fixin´ to get it done, I put that on my brother ??
Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen, justa whisperin´
Bubba so psst psst knowing that I am listening
I aint have got to chain, boy my peck[?] is all that is glistenin´
Whachu steamin´ on folk, y´all aint even disciplined
I aint leaving nothin´, this the house me & my people built
Huggin´ me & dappin´ me, buddy I can see your guilt
It is cold when you are wrong & you lookin´ like you need a quilt
Y´all matter less everytime this margarita tilt

A lot of y´all was thinkin´ that Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from UGLY & buy a keg of beer
And another pig to give my other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide & just live it out in luxary
In due time, but theres business left to attend to
I need another farm to bequeath my next of kin to
And another ? before my great aunt Missy
Yeah, I have been drinkin´ but I aint that p___y
Thinkin´ back to when my daddy told me what it is 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 am on the roll again & I aint talkin´ ecstacy
Tell them folks at Interscope they fixin´ to write some checks to me
Soon as me & Timmy finish up this latest pig schlop
Man I think you right, it aint nothing but some hen???

I am back off in the saddle with smile & that cajolery
Mama always knew how big a stallion I´d grow to be
Way beyond these suckers both lyrically & vocally
I doubted for a moment, now it is clear to me I am supposed to be
An uncanny whit plus a time that´s impeccable
Make the sharpest cat feel his mind is just a vegetable
How does Bubba do it, you will not find it in a manual
Confused them all at 1st 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 & I am as drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigating yet another one of Timmy´s supersounds