[00:00.00] 作曲 : Larock, Mathis, Mosley, Parker ...
[00:00.84]Uh-huh, now what we gonna do
[00:05.64]Take it from the
[00:06.39]Eastside... to the country
[00:07.02]Ya feel me?
[00:07.23]Ya feel me?
[00:07.44]Ya feel me?
[00:07.65]Tchka-tchka-tchka
[00:08.07]Check the chorus! [Chorus] 2
[00:21.09]X Jada talk so good, but they brain is not ready
[00:24.36]They don't know know
[00:25.08]Bubba talk so good, but they brain is not ready
[00:35.55]They don't know know know [Jadakiss]
[00:36.63]Uh-huh, uh-huh, uh, yeah
[00:42.03]Yo, uh, yeah, yo...
[00:42.84]Aiyyo, this
[00:43.38]I'll make ya head hurt
[00:44.49]When the hawk take the day off
[00:46.23]I make the lead work,
[00:47.28]I'll put you in the red dirt
[00:48.78]Ice make 'em look like stars, they comin through
[00:51.12]On the bikes, but they look like cars, it's somethin new and
[00:54.24]Jada talk soo good, but 'cha brain is
[00:57.12]Nowhere next to ready for this stainless
[00:59.85]It's no helpin you when them thangs melt in you and way down in
[01:03.39]Athens, 'Kiss is a bell ringer
[01:05.22]I'ma bring the hood to the farm
[01:07.53]Bless 'em with some purple haze, remove the wood from the bong
[01:11.07]Introduce them to the yak and cranberry
[01:13.80]And make sure
[01:14.52]Bubba Spark good, then
[01:15.84]I'm gone Even if we run to war,
[01:18.09]I'ma still run the raw
[01:19.50]You can come and see me,
[01:20.88]I got 'em for twenty-four
[01:22.56]Double R and
[01:23.34]Beat Club, who hard as us? "R3: In the 'R' We Trust," c'mon [Chorus] 2
[01:29.76]X [Bubba Sparxxx]
[01:30.27]Uh, uh...
[01:49.86]Boy you silly if you saw them crackers ridin' with them pigs and thought
[01:52.95]I might would hit this robe for less than twenty-five a gig
[01:55.47]Doin' sixty-five,
[01:56.43]I slid off acid and shitty bourbon
[01:58.23]Took a minute to adjust, but right now this big shit is workin
[02:01.17]I'm white just by chance, but
[02:02.58]I'm country by
[02:03.15]God's graces
[02:03.93]Nowadays I find myself doin laundry in odd places
[02:06.81]But still,
[02:07.26]I keep it
[02:07.71]Bubba even into
[02:08.70]Mr. Kiss and them
[02:09.69]Brought 'em down to
[02:10.47]Athens, let 'em cut with my sister's friend
[02:12.60]Now we gettin' blitzed again, back on the block in
[02:14.67]Yonkers and
[02:15.36]Tim done laced a track, man this shit is hot as bonkers
[02:17.94]Kiss, not to flaunt ya, but just tell them
[02:19.95]Betty's come here
[02:20.88]I'm doin for my family what y'all already done here
[02:23.61]But Bubba is the truth and perhaps this is discussion
[02:26.37]Of wither
[02:26.97]I'm that deal or a product of
[02:28.29]Timb's percussion
[02:29.10]Y'all know to him it's bustin, so just dap me up and frown on
[02:32.04]Me and 'Kiss is necessary, that much you can count on, yeah [Chorus] 2
[02:43.17]X [Bubba Sparxxx]
[02:56.97]How did him and
[02:57.72]Bubba rise from this dirt and this cow feces?
[03:00.00]To show you folks the hope for this changin' shall be me
[03:02.88]Notice how he see, the picture for it's painting and poured you up of this mixture before it was tainted
[03:08.28]See I was rydin' ruff only when me and
[03:09.96]D became acquainted and
[03:11.19]I pledge to maintain it, be damned if
[03:13.11]I'ma change it
[03:13.89]This shit is anus, ain't it?
[03:15.45]**** 'em,
[03:15.81]Kiss bring it home
[03:16.86]I ryde or die with
[03:17.64]Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song [Jadakiss]
[03:19.65]The streets is still mine,
[03:20.88]I stay with the still nine
[03:22.32]And it's still on bitch
[03:23.49]I'm stonger than corn liquor like
[03:24.99]I pink-eyed, bitches pretend to be ****ed
[03:26.97]That's what the industry needed
[03:28.41]Kiss flippin' his flow, enemies heated
[03:30.60]But we gon' let the gats pop
[03:32.31]From the old rifles on the dirt road to the handguns on the blacktop, don't get the plot wrong
[03:38.01]This ain't a black or white politic thing cocksucker, it's a hot song [Chorus] 2
[03:44.70]X

作曲 : Larock, Mathis, Mosley, Parker ...
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! 2
X 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
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 2
X
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 2
X
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?
**** 'em,
Kiss bring it home
I ryde or die with
Beat Club, won't bend for the sake of this song
The streets is still mine,
I stay with the still nine
And it's still on bitch
I'm stonger than corn liquor like
I pink-eyed, bitches pretend to be ****ed
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 2
X