Текст (слова) песни: Bubba Sparxxx, Jadakiss, Timbaland - R3: In the `R` We Trust

[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, `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]

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Меню » Главная » Музыка » Правила » В избранное	Музыка RU: 0-9 А Б В Г Д Е Ж З И К Л М Н О П Р С Т У Ф Х Ц Ч Ш Щ Э Ю Я EN: A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y Z Текст (слова) песни: Bubba Sparxxx, Jadakiss, Timbaland - R3: In the `R` We Trust [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, `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] Нравится песня? Расскажи о ней друзьям: Прямая ссылка на текст песни R3: In the `R` We Trust: http://musworld.ru/music/eng/101/1/25700.html Все тексты песен: Bubba Sparxxx, Jadakiss, Timbaland » Bubba Sparxxx, Jadakiss, Timbaland - R3: In the `R` We Trust » Bubba Sparxxx, Jadakiss, Timbaland - They Ain`t Ready Рекомендуем скачать: » Шухрат Хусаинов - Из жизни замечательных утюгов » Шухрат Хусаинов - Мы пылали где-то, в чьем-то костре... » Шуфутинский Михаил - Пиво-воды » Шелег Михаил - МАЛЕНЬКАЯ ЖЕНЩИНА » Шелег Михаил - ДОЖДИСЬ! » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение Булату Шалвовичу Окуджаве » Шелег Михаил - КОРОЛЕВА БАЛА » Шелег Михаил - БЕЛЫЙ АНГЕЛ » Шао? Бао! - Купыла мама коныка » Шухрат Хусаинов - Когда-то я костюм носил, клянусь, что это было... » Шамиль Абряров - Те утра не были похожи... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Посвящение друзьям из 101-го Грозненского полка » ШеFF - Доктор ШеFF » Шамиль Абряров - Колодец » Шуфутинский Михаил - Поседевшая любовь моя » Шухрат Хусаинов - Попрощаемся, мой друг, как-то случилось вдруг... » Шухрат Хусаинов - Песенка Карлсона » Шуфутинский Михаил - От звонка до звонка » Шура, Shura - Не верь слезам » Шуфутинский Михаил - Зойка
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