Chorus:
(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
(repeat)
Verse 1:
(Jadakiss)
Aiyyo, this'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
An' Jada talk so good
But ya brain is nowhere next to ready for this stainless
It's no helpin' you when them thangs melt in ya
An' way down in Athens, Kiss is a bell ringer
I'ma bring the 'hood to the farm
Bless 'em with some purple hay
Remove the wood from the barn
Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
An' make sure Bubba Sparxxx good, then I'm gone
Even if we run the war, I'ma still run the raw
You could come see me
I got 'em for twenty-four
Double R an' Beat Club
Who hard as us?
R III: In The "R" We Trust, c'mon
Chorus
Verse 2:
(Bubba Sparxxx)
Boy, you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' wit them pigs
An' thought I might would hit this road for less than twenty-five a gig
Doin' sixty-five, I sled off acid and shitty bourbon
Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big city's 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 in the midst of kissin' them
Brought 'em down to Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
Now we gettin' blist again, back on the block in Yonkers
An' Timmy laced the track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them Bettys come here
I'm doin' for my family what y'all already done here
Plus Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
Of whether I'm that deal or a product of Tim'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
Verse 3:
(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 'fore it's painted
An' poured you up a cup of this mixture before it's tainted
See I was Rydin' Ruff 'fore me and D became aquatinted
An' I pledge to maintain it
Be damned if the fame'll change it
This shit is heinus, ain't it?
Fuck 'em
Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die wit Beat Club
Won't bend the way I sang this song
(Jadakiss)
The streets is still mine, I stay with the steel nine
An' it's still long
An' if I'm stronger than corn liquor
Pink-eyed niggas 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 roads 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