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

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not
They don't know
Bubba 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 make ya hurt
When the 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 they look like cars, somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, a bell ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
'em with some purple hay
Remove the from the barn
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 come and see me, I got 'em for
Double R and Club, who hard as us?
R3: In The "R" We Trust,

[Bubba
Uh, uh...
Boy, silly if you saw them crackers with them pigs
and thought I might would hit robe for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty
a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. and them
Brought 'em to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion
Of wither I'm that deal or a product of percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that much you can on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for changin' 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 pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

The is still mine, I stay with 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
the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a black or politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song