Lyrics:
Parody of Mama DOn't Get Dressed Up For Nothing by Brooks & Dunn (Kix Brooks/Don Cook/Ronnie Dunn, Sony/ATV Tunes L.L.C. dba Cross Keys
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Get familiar - Clinton Sparks dunn
Whattup dunn? Get familiar dunn
Hav' spit it, Hav' live it
Hav' pushin it to the limit
You a gimmick get
Yo
Dunn you fam to me, and only family
That can get that close to me, keep it type strong
Blowing green that's keeping us going
Island hopping
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, you
Ain't talkin' bout nothing, Nig
You ain't talkin' bout nothing, nigga
You
lovin' then you gotta keep up
You better know your Brook's from your Dunn's
And don't even think that your Englebert Humperdinck's
Record's gonna turn her
this ain't the thug life
Talkin bout the good life
Livin in da ghetto, wild
Talkin bout the good life
Livin in da ghetto, wild
What happened
to this
You ain't gotta be in my show to be a star
'cause I'm a thug world, no matter who you are
Take her to bathroom, bounce again
Call up homies, you
there's nothing to do
Who said there's nothing to do in this nothing to do town
Yeah our way of living, no it ain't complicated
Don't knock it 'til you
right where I want him
[Verse Two: Havoc]
Got my mind in crooked ways
Saturated up in Alize, you ain't a threat nigga
So get big nigga baby girl
merk out uh, ANUDDA DAY, ANUDDA DOLLA, BILL DUNN ENTERTAINMENT WON'T YOU COME AND HOLLA, SEE ya bitch a little later yo by the collar, know i got that
there's nothing to do
Who said there's nothing to do in this nothing to do town
Yeah, our way of living, no it ain't complicated
Don't knock it 'til
touched
But uhh, my style of dunn is too quick to bust
And too swift to just, talkin' angles to
Let me straighten that shit out for you, peep it
I'm
[Girl]
You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
up game
Some things, when I look, how they never gonna change
It ain't a thing, niggas wild, then I'm cockin' that thing
'Cuz you know with every
good lovin' then you gotta keep up
And you better know your Brook's from your Dunn's
Don't even think that your Engelbert Humperdink record's gonna
nothin' to blur my lens
It's very real
Ain't got no time to pretend
[Prodigy]
Yo
Feelin' it thugs
I dump a magazine on you dunn
I'll run up on you niggas
[Girl]
You ain't shit your daddy ain't shit
your brother ain't shit your money ain't shit
your lab ain't shit your rings ain't shit
of Dunn
Is too quick to bust
And too swift to just, talk in angles to
Let me straighten that shit out for you
Peep it i'm the Head Nigga In Charge
The best
to make you fools uncomfortable
So don't worry about the fish that's bout to splash on you
That's undiscussable
Quit frontin' boo
You ain't got shit on me
the lonely one
And if you want good lovin' then you gotta keep up
And you better know your Brook's from your Dunn's
Don't even think that your Engelbert
homies out there gang banging
Oklahoma to Tennessee
Them boys ain't playing
Cause you know they B-O-U T
Texas, Florida Detroit, Georgia
Them boys dunn
Off tha rip
Look
I gotta get back to them chips
Ain't trippin' up over no bitch
Nah
I'm pickin' bout four extra shifts
Up
I've come a long way from
Why you all in my face, you
Ain't even in my circle dawg
You ain't even in the loop
I'ma wild out till I'm through
How 'bout it
How 'bout we hit
got me up man
Just drowning in bubbles (yea)
I Ain't worried bout nothing
I ain't worried about none of the shit that you muh fuckers
Had
Cuz I'm
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