[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: Timbaland
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, Jada`s a bell ringer
I`ma bring the hood to the farm
Bless `em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I`m gone
Even if we run the 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]
[Bubba Sparxxx]
Uh, uh...
Boy, 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 sled 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` blist 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 `em Bed has come here
I`m doin` for my family, but y`all are really done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I`m that deal or a product of Tim`s percussion
Y`all know to him is bustin`, so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
[Chorus]
[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 aquatinted
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 long and if I`m stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
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]
