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Jadakiss, Sparxxx, Timbaland - They Ain't Ready

Uh-huh, now we gonna do
Take it the Eastside to the country
Ya feel me? Ya 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 brain is not ready
They don't know know

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh,
Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
Aiyyo, this I'll ya head hurt
When the hawk the day off
I make the work, I'll 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 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
I'ma bring the hood to the
Bless 'em with purple hay
the wood from the barn
Introduce to the yak and cranberry
and sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone
if we run the war, I'ma 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 crackers ridin' with them pigs
and I might would 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 is workin'
I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by graces
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 laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but tell 'em Bed has come here
I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done
But Bubba is the truth and perhaps is discussion
Of wither I'm that 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 from this and this cow feces?
To show you folks the hope for this shall be me
Notice how he see, the picture for painting
and poured you up of this before it was tainted
See I was rydin' ruff only 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, 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 nine
and still long and if I'm stronger than corn like I pinkeyed
Niggaz pretend to be weeded, what the industry needed
Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies
But we let the gats pop
From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the
Don't get the wrong, this ain't a black or white politic thing
Cocksucker, a hot song