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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we 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 brain is not ready
don't know know
Bubba talk so good, but they is not ready
don't know 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, they through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to for this stainless
no helpin' you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some hay
Remove the wood from the
them to the yak and cranberry
and make Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
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 ridin' with pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and bourbon
Took a to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm by God's graces
I find myself doin' laundry in odd places
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 block in
and Tim done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are done here
But Bubba is the and perhaps this 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 is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah

[Bubba
How did him and Bubba rise this dirt and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for changin' shall be me
how he see, the picture for it's painting
and poured you up of this mixture it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became
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 still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we gon' let the pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the
Don't get the plot wrong, this ain't a or white politic thing
Cocksucker, it's a hot