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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

Jada talk so good, but they is not ready
They don't know
Bubba talk so good, but brain is not ready
They don't 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 the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they like cars, it's somethin' new
and Jada soo good, but 'cha brain is
next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the to the farm
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and
and make sure Bubba good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma 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 hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
sixty-five, I sled 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 country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' laundry in odd
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 blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
and Tim done laced a track, man shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to ya, but just 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 to him is bustin', so just dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and cow feces?
To show you folks the for this changin' shall be me
Notice how he see, the for it's painting
and poured you up of mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' only when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma 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 streets is still mine, I stay with the nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's 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 ain't a black or white thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot