Uh-huh, now we gonna do it from the Eastside to the country Ya me? Ya feel me? Ya feel me? 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 They don't know know
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, Yo, uh, yeah, yo... Aiyyo, this I'll make ya hurt When the take the day off I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is Nowhere next to for this stainless no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you and way in Athens, Jada's a bell ringer I'ma bring the hood to the 'em with some purple hay Remove the wood the barn them to the yak and cranberry and make sure Spark good, then I'm gone 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 hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig Doin' sixty-five, I off acid and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces I find myself doin' laundry in odd places 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 gettin' blist again, on the block in Yonkers and Tim done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell 'em Bed has come here I'm doin' for my family, but are really 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 know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on Me and is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah
[Bubba How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and cow feces? To show you folks the hope for this shall be me Notice how he see, the picture for it's and poured you up of mixture before it was tainted See I was ruff only when me and D became aquatinted and I to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss it home I ryde or die with Club, won't bend for the sake of this song
The streets is still mine, I stay the still nine and it's still and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed Kiss flippin' his flow, heated But we let the gats pop the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop Don't get the plot wrong, this a black or white politic thing Cocksucker, a hot song