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Jadakiss, Sparxxx, Timbaland - They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it from the 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 know know
Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not
They know know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
When the take 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 look like cars, it's somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a ringer
I'ma the hood to the farm
'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the
Introduce them to the yak and
and make sure Bubba good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, still run the raw
You can and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four
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 for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but now this big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself doin' in odd places
But still, I keep it Bubba into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the in Yonkers
and Tim done a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell 'em Bed has come
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really here
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is
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, much you can count 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
how he see, the picture 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 it, be damned if I'ma change it
This shit is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this

The streets is mine, I stay with the still nine
and it's still long and if I'm stronger than like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's the industry needed
Kiss his flow, enemies 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, ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song