Uh-huh, now what we do it from the Eastside to the country Ya feel me? Ya me? Ya feel me? the chorus...
Chorus 2x:
Jada talk so good, but brain is not ready don't know know Bubba so good, but they brain is not ready don't know know know
Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, Yo, uh, yeah, yo... Aiyyo, this I'll make ya hurt the hawk take the day off I the lead 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 Nowhere next to ready for stainless It's no you when them thangs melt in you and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell I'ma the hood to the farm Bless 'em with some hay Remove the wood the barn them 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 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 crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought I might would hit this robe for less twenty-five a gig sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin' I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my friend Now we gettin' blist again, on the block in Yonkers and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is Of wither I'm that deal or a of Tim's percussion Y'all know to him is bustin', so just dap me up and on Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on,
[Bubba How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces? To show you folks the hope for this shall be me Notice how he see, the picture for painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D 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 Beat Club, won't for the sake of this song
The streets is still mine, I stay with the still and it's still long and if I'm stronger than like I pinkeyed Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry Kiss flippin' his flow, heated But we let the gats pop From the old rifles on the dirt to the handguns on the blacktop get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing Cocksucker, it's a hot