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Jadakiss, Bubba Sparxxx, Timbaland - Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now what we do
it from 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 brain is not
don't know 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 I'll make ya head
When the hawk the day off
I make the lead work, put you in the red dirt
Ice 'em look like stars, they comin' through
On the bikes, but they look like cars, somethin' new
and talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
Nowhere next to ready for this
It's no you when them thangs melt in you
and way down in Athens, Jada's a bell
bring the hood to the farm
Bless 'em with purple hay
Remove the wood from the
them to the yak and cranberry
and make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm
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 with them pigs
and thought I might would hit this robe for less than a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty
Took a minute to adjust, but right now big shit is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's
Nowadays I find myself laundry in odd places
But still, I keep it even into Mr. Kiss and them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in
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 deal or a product of Tim's percussion
Y'all know to him is bustin', so dap me up and frown on
Me and Kiss is necessary, that 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 this changin' be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of mixture before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D aquatinted
and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if change it
This is anus, ain't it? Fuck 'em, Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this

The streets is still mine, I stay the still nine
and it's still and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, that's what the industry
flippin' his flow, enemies heated
But we let the gats 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, a hot song