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    T.I. Rubber Band Man (Remix) текст песни

    Rubber Band Man (Remix)

    (feat. Mack 10, Trick Daddy, Twista)

    [Intro: T.I.]

    Is that T.I. over there? is that him?

    Is that you? Rubber Band Man

    Boyyyyyy….. is that T.I.? Whoooo..

    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

    Hey, hey, hey, hey, hey, hey

    Remix Playa, yeah, y’all already know what it is man

    T.I.P, came from the south, Rubber Band man boyyyyy…

    Connected with my folk from the West Mack

    My folk from the Chi’ Twista

    And T Double D, from the bottom

    [Hook: T.I.]

    Rubber Band man, wild as the Taliban

    Nine in my right, forty-five in my other hand

    I’m in trouble man, always in trouble man

    Worth a couple hundred grand

    Chevy’s all colors man, who I’m isss…?

    [Verse One: T.I.]

    I’m young pimpin’, way out of ya vision

    don’t set your sights on my position, I’m way out ya division

    I was grindin’ while you was tryin’ to figure out your division

    I’m sittin’ on the block and watchin’ hustlas makin’ and killin’

    until I, jumped in the game without my uncle’s permission

    Makin’, solvin’ my family’s wishes through whatever conditions

    I’m workin’ trappin’ servin’ kitchens with intentions to get in

    my mittens under cover millions workin’ off of comission

    everyday I’m on a mission with heavy haters so listen

    Divide it, flip it, weigh and ship it, ’til you cook it and sniff it

    When I talk, G’s listen they can see I been livin’ the same, life that I’m spittin’

    I ain’t frontin’ and trippin’

    I came, out of the trap I ain’t come here to visit

    I named the album Trap Muzik ’cause I’m being specific

    To my niggaz still investin’ in caine

    I’m wearin’ rubber bands just out of respect for the game

    [Verse Two: Mack 10 (T.I.)]

    (Who I’m isss…) Mack the dope mayn

    Who bang is the game and we ’bout heroine you jam in your fame

    It’s simple and plain my cocaine off the chain

    My ballin’ fatsbreak, you got that half-court game

    Y’all just talkin’ and ramblin’ ain’t really grindin’ and gamblin’

    but in my hood, the kids is all black like gramlin

    Stay scramblin’, hustle hard on the boulevard

    Rob ya, leave ya scarred, and pull ya whole card

    I got that wizerk, dawg I got them birdies that don’t chizerp

    Bought an X pill filthy green and the purple sizzurp

    And no matter where I’m at, is west coast or up front

    I’m low key I can’t stunt and move a hundred bricks a month

    In the east they like my swagger, them broads be up on me

    In the south they love me, cause I’m down and dirty homie

    And if you get it how you live as a gangsta then stand up

    Mack10 a ‘D boy’, so my cash is rubberbanned up

    [Verse Three: Trick Daddy (T.I.)]

    (Who I’m isss…) I represent for the Tre-o-five

    Down with the rubberband man, y’all call him young T.I.

    See I been an O.G., far from O.D.’n and this is

    T double D don’t even call me Maurice, now listen

    My description is tall, dark, skinny, and ill-mannered

    a hood negro with a little bit of spanish be like

    Say yo papi, I got, yayo papi if your price is right come on down and y’all copy

    watch me, I’m gettin’ money like it’s 1984

    got so much cash Bill Gates could kiss my ass (yeah)

    I’m such a player they call me Juan Pierre

    been ballin’ since my younger years like ya boy Cabrera

    I ain’t no sentimental nigga, I’m sittin’ on spinners nigga

    and when I’m, draggin’ my denim don’t you bustas try to get ‘em mmm..

    I’m from the parts where the stars like them [??]

    stars quality sound beatin’ down each and every car

    [Verse Four: Twista (T.I.)]

    (Who I’m isss…)I’m a windy city man, the one that take sip and run it to the brain

    love to get it crunk in the south where my cousins from, and shawty shake that thang

    take the hipno’ to the dome, smokin when I’m rollin, wood on chrome

    thump if it ain’t Kamikaze or Trap Muzik then I dont put it on

    when I’m on the court call my pacman, yell out that I got that dro’, watchin for that po’

    you can get that Jag for a hundred but I’m givin out the ounces for fo’, let a nigga kno’

    Call me the rain man from the place where they gang bang

    where them thangs bang, and the brains hang, where we gotta main-tain

    Can I cutt and hit it girl, come on let me get it get it girl

    I love the girls from New Orleans, to ATL, to St. Louis, and the "the Windy City" girls

    Blow fire man, when that hoe slide down the pole like a fireman

    smoke dro so fire we could throw it at the wall it stick like spiderman

    ‘Cause you messin with the ‘icky, hit the tip up in the alley for the fifty

    steady ballin in the club sippin moet and crissy, come on y’all kick it with me

    why, cause it ain’t no thang man, Twista gone chop that change man

    cause I’m number one on Billboard with a bullet but I ain’t gone change man

    [Hook: Twista]

    I’m the Slow Jam man, rollin’ wit’ the rubber band man

    Got some niggas in my right

    with a Three Fifty-seven off in my other hand

    (Who I’m isss..) I’m in trouble man, always in trouble man

    Worth a couple hundred grand

    Chevy’s all colors man, who I’m isss…



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