(feat. Jadakiss, Timbaland)



[Timbaland]

Uh-huh, now what we gonna do

Take it from the Eastside.. to the country

Ya feel me? Ya feel me?

Ya feel me? Tchka-tchka-tchka

Check the chorus...



[Chorus x2: Timbaland]

Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready

They don't know know

Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready

They don't know know know



[Jadakiss]

Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah

Yo, uh, yeah, yo...

Aiyyo, this I'll make ya head hurt

When the hawk take the day off

I make the lead work, I'll put you in the red dirt

Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through

On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new

and Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is

Nowhere next to ready for this stainless

It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you

and way down in Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer

I'ma bring the hood to the farm

Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong

Introduce them to the yak and cranberry

And make sure Bubba Spark good, then I'm gone

Even if we run to war, I'ma still run the raw

You can come and see me, I got 'em for twenty-four

Double R and Beat Club, who hard as us?

"R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon



[Chorus]



[Bubba Sparxxx]

Uh, uh...

Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs

and thought I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig

Doin' sixty-five, I slid off acid and shitty bourbon

Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin

I'm white just by chance, but I'm country by God's graces

Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places

But still, I keep it Bubba even into Mr. Kiss and them

Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend

Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in Yonkers

and Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers

'Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Betty's come here

I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here

But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion

Of wither I'm that deal or a product of Timb's percussion

Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on

Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah



[Chorus]



[Bubba Sparxxx]

How did him and Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?

To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me

Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting

and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted

See I was rydin' ruff only when me and D became acquainted

and I pledge to maintain it, be damned if I'ma change it

This shit 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 song



[Jadakiss]

The streets is still mine, I stay with the still nine

And it's still on nigga I'm stonger than corn liquor 

like I pink-eyed, niggaz pretend to be weeded

That's what the industry needed

Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated

But we gon' let the gats pop

From the old rifles on the dirt road

to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong

This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song



[Chorus]