Uh-huh, now we gonna do Take it from the Eastside to the Ya me? Ya feel me? Ya feel me? the chorus...
Chorus 2x:
talk so good, but they brain is not ready They don't know Bubba talk so good, but they is not ready They don't know know
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, Yo, uh, yeah, yo... Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt When the hawk the day off I make the work, I'll put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is next to ready for this stainless It's no you when them thangs melt in you and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell I'ma bring the to the farm 'em with some purple hay Remove the wood from the Introduce to the yak and cranberry and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four Double R and Beat Club, who as us? R3: In The "R" We Trust,
[Bubba Uh, uh... Boy, if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought I might would hit this robe for than twenty-five a gig Doin' sixty-five, I sled off and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces I find myself doin' laundry in odd places But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend Now we gettin' again, back on the block in Yonkers and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has here I'm for my family, but y'all are really done here But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion Of wither I'm that deal or a product of percussion know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on Me and Kiss is necessary, that you can count on, yeah
[Bubba How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow To show you the hope for this changin' shall be me how he see, the picture for it's painting and poured you up of mixture before it was tainted See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D aquatinted and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it This is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home I ryde or die with Beat Club, bend for the sake of this song
The streets is mine, I stay with the still nine and it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn I pinkeyed Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's the industry needed Kiss flippin' his flow, heated But we gon' let the pop From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop Don't get the plot wrong, ain't a black or white politic thing Cocksucker, a hot song