Jadakiss They Ain`t Ready Lyrics

They Ain`t Ready Lyrics

[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 2x:
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, Jada's 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

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

Even if we run
the 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, 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 sled 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' blist 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 'em Bed has come
here

I'm doin' for my family, but y'all are really done here

But Bubba
is the truth and perhaps this is discussion

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

Y'all know to him is 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 aquatinted

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 long and if I'm stronger than corn
like I pinkeyed

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]