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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - They Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada so good, but they 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, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin'
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no helpin' you them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma 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, silly if you saw them crackers ridin' them pigs
and I might would hit this 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' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba even Mr. Kiss and them
'em down 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 tell 'em Bed has here
I'm doin' for my family, but are really 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 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 shall be me
how he see, the picture for it's painting
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 it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, bring it home
I ryde or die with Club, won't bend for the sake of this song

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