Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland, Justin Timberlake - Hootnanny lyrics

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny

Now I done banged a heap of
+Betties+ in various modes of transport
And told them there's the exit
Be sure that they close the damn door
The quiet country types is usually
Those I scam for some scared at first
But usually those demand more
Really ain't conceited
I just call myself the cutter bug
A horny little parasite that all


These women love to love
Tell you what it is today
I ain't concerned with what it was
Bubba fittin to get it done
I put that on my brother Russ
Hear them in the closet, in the kitchen
Just a whisperin
Bubba so psst psst, knowin that I'm listenin
I ain't got a chain
Boy my pecker's all that's glistenin
What ya'll steamin on folk
Ya'll in need of discipline
I ain't leavin 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
Ya'll matter less everytime
This margarita tip

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny

A lot of ya'll was thinkin
That Bubba would probably disappear
Get some show money from "Ugly" and
Buy a keg of beer add another pig to give my
Other pigs some company
Rent a doublewide and just live
It out in luxury in due time
But there's business left to tend to
I need another farm to bequeath
My next of kin to
And another track before my great aunt Missy
Yeah 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 ya'll pout"
I can deal with that long as
All my folks is eatin good
Let that chowder 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 fittin
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 nothin but some hick-hop

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny

I'm back off in the saddle with
That smile and that cajolery
Momma 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 wit 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
Starin at the ceiling fan
Ponderin my future now
Wonderin what the hell to do with
All this loot I found
Got my tractor polished up and I'm
As drunk as Cooter Brown
Navigatin yet another one of
Timmy's super sounds

I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny
I could go number one ten times
Pretty girls can like my rhymes
You can say Bubba ain't gonna shine
Guess what
Boy! I don't really give a hootnanny

Hootnanny! Hootnanny!
Oww!