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Uh-huh, now what we do
Take it from the Eastside to the
Ya me? Ya feel me?
Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka
the chorus...

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but brain is not ready
They don't know
talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
the hawk take the day off
I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red
Ice make 'em look like stars, comin' through
On the bikes, but look like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin' you them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, I'm gone
Even if we run the war, still run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R and Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw crackers ridin' with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin'
I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces
I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and
Brought 'em 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 this shit is hot as
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion
Of I'm that deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you the hope for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for it's
and poured you up of this before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, bend for the sake of this song

The streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and it's still and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the needed
flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song