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  • T.I. »

    T.I. Rubber Band Man текст песни

    Rubber Band Man


    (Ay, who i’m is?)

    Rubber band man

    Wild as the Taliban

    9 in my right

    45 in my other hand.

    (who i’m is?)

    Call me trouble man

    always in trouble man

    worth a couple hundred grand

    chevys, all colors man

    [Verse 1:]

    Rubber band man

    like a one man band

    treat these niggas like the Apollo

    and i’m the sandman.

    Tote a hundred grand

    Canon in the waistband

    Looking fo a sweet lick?

    Well this is the wrong place man.

    Seven time felon, what i care about a case man?

    I’m campaigning to bury the hate,

    so say ya grace man.

    Ay, I don’t talk behind a nigga back

    I say it in his face.

    I’m a thoroughbred nigga.

    I don’t fake and i don’t hate.

    Check my resume nigga.

    My record’s impeccable

    Anywhere in the A nigga

    how TIP is highly respectable.

    And the MIA nigga

    I’m tryna keep it professional

    Cause all this tongue rastling.

    finna have me snappin, i’m tellin you.

    From the bottom of tha Duval,

    Cakalacky to New York

    and everybody showin me love

    that’s one to you all.

    Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas

    my LA niggas

    [Chorus 2x]

    [Verse 2:]

    Call me trouble man

    Stayed in some trouble man

    Some niggas still hatin on shawty

    so they some suckas man.

    Got a couple fans

    that love to do nothing other than

    lick, suck, show no respect

    but still i love em man.

    Dig it, lil pimpin got the mind and the muscle

    Stay down on his grind

    Put the crown on the hustle

    Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything

    and make it double.

    Weed, blow, real estate, liquor sto

    wit no trouble.

    Young cats is playin today

    Marvin Gaye of my time.

    Tryna stay alive

    Livin how i say in my rhymes.

    My cousin used to tell me

    take this shit a day at a time.

    and told me Friday, died Sunday

    We a day in the ground.

    I still smile cuz somehow

    I know he seeing me now

    and so i’m doing all my shows

    just like he in the crowd.

    Ay, tho ya lightas up for my cousin Toot,

    Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master Jay.

    [Chorus 2x]

    [Verse 3:]

    Grand Hustle man

    Mo hustles than hustle man.

    But why the rubber band?

    It representin the struggle man.

    My folk gon trap

    until they come up wit another plan

    Stack and crumble bread

    to get theyself off they mama land.

    Gangstas who been servin

    since you was doing the runnin man.

    Went down, did 10

    back round and rich again.

    That’s why i’m young

    wit the soul of a old man

    I’m shell shocked, get shot

    slow ya roll man.

    Still ride around

    with the glock on patrol man.

    I ain’t robbing,

    I’m just lookin for that dro man.

    For ma niggas slangin blow, pimpin hos

    Rollin vogues, 24s.

    Let these other niggas know.

    [Chorus 2x]

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