[Timbaland]
Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
Take it from the Eastside... to the country
Ya feel me? Ya feel me?
Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
Check the chorus!
[Chorus] 2X
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don`t know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don`t know know know
[Jadakiss]
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I`ll make ya head hurt
When the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I`ll put you in the red dirt
Ice make `em look like stars, they comin through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it`s somethin new
and Jada talk soo good, but `cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
It`s no helpin you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, `Kiss is a bell ringer
I`ma bring the hood to the farm
Bless `em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I`m gone
Even if we run to war, I`ma still run the raw
You can come and see me, I got `em for twenty-four
Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?
"R3: In the `R` We Trust," c`mon
[Chorus] 2X
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uh, uh...
Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin` with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin` sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
I`m white just by chance, but I`m country by God`s graces
Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought `em down to Athens, let `em cut with my sister`s friend
Now we gettin` blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
`Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty`s come here
I`m doin for my family what y`all already done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I`m that deal or a product of Timb`s percussion
Y`all know to him it`s bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and `Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
[Chorus] 2X
[Bubba Sparxxx]
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this changin` shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it`s painting
and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin` ruff only when me and D became acquainted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I`ma change it
This shit is anus, ain`t it? Fuck `em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won`t bend for the sake of this song
[Jadakiss]
The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine
And it`s still on nigga I`m stonger than corn liquor
like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded
That`s what the industry needed
Kiss flippin` his flow, enemies heated
But we gon` let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road
to the handguns on the blacktop, don`t get the plot wrong
This ain`t a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it`s a hot song
[Chorus] 2X
