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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, - They Ain't Ready

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

Chorus 2x:

talk so good, but they brain is not ready
They don't know
Bubba talk so good, but they is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this make ya head hurt
When the take the day off
I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice make 'em like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha is
Nowhere next to for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em some purple hay
Remove the wood the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, 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' with them
and thought I might would hit 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 big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
Nowadays I myself doin' laundry 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 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 done
But Bubba is the and perhaps this is discussion
Of wither I'm that 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, that much you can 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 this before it was tainted
See I was rydin' only when me and D became aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die with 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
pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we let the gats pop
From the old on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop
Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot