Uh-huh, now what we do it from the Eastside to the country Ya feel me? Ya me? Ya me? Tchka-tchka-tchka the chorus...
Chorus 2x:
Jada talk so good, but they brain is not don't know know Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not don't know know know
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, Yo, uh, yeah, yo... Aiyyo, I'll make ya head hurt When the hawk the day off I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt Ice make 'em like stars, they comin' through On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is Nowhere to ready for this stainless It's no helpin' you when them melt in you and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell I'ma bring the hood to the Bless 'em with purple hay Remove the wood the barn them to the yak and cranberry and make sure Spark good, then I'm gone Even if we run the war, still run the raw You can come and see me, I got 'em for Double R and Beat Club, who as us? R3: In The "R" We Trust,
[Bubba Uh, uh... Boy, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with pigs and thought I might would hit robe for less than twenty-five a gig Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big is workin' I'm just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd But still, I keep it Bubba even Mr. Kiss and them Brought 'em to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend Now we blist 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 is the truth and perhaps this is discussion Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Tim's Y'all know to him is bustin', so dap me up and frown on Me and Kiss is necessary, much you can count on, yeah
[Bubba How did him and Bubba from this dirt and this cow feces? To show you folks the hope for this changin' be me how he see, the picture for it's painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was See I was rydin' ruff only me and D became aquatinted and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss it home I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't for the sake of this song
The streets is still mine, I stay the still nine and it's still long and if I'm than corn like I pinkeyed Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed flippin' his flow, enemies heated But we gon' let the pop From the old on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing Cocksucker, a hot song