T.I. - Rubber band man - Teledysk
Tekst piosenki Rubber band man T.I.
[Chorus]
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 niggaz like tha Apollo, and I'm tha sandman
Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband
Look'n fo' a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man
Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man?
I'm campaignin' to bury tha hate, so say yo' 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 tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable
And tha M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional
'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you
From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York
And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all
Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2]
Call me trouble man, stay'd in some trouble man
Some niggaz still hate'n on shawty so, they some suckas man
Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than
Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man
Dig it, lil' pimpin' got tha mind and tha muscle
Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double
Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble
Young cats is play'n today Marvin Gaye of my time
Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes
My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme
And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground
I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now
And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd
Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace)
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' tha struggle man
My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan
Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land
Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n tha run'n man
Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again
That's why I'm young wit' tha soul of a ole man
I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man
Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man
I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man
For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes
Rollin vogues, 24's
Let these other niggaz know
[Chorus 2x]
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 niggaz like tha Apollo, and I'm tha sandman
Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband
Look'n fo' a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man
Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man?
I'm campaignin' to bury tha hate, so say yo' 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 tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable
And tha M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional
'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you
From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York
And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all
Yeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz
[Chorus 2x]
[Verse 2]
Call me trouble man, stay'd in some trouble man
Some niggaz still hate'n on shawty so, they some suckas man
Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than
Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man
Dig it, lil' pimpin' got tha mind and tha muscle
Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle
Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double
Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble
Young cats is play'n today Marvin Gaye of my time
Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes
My cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tyme
And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground
I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now
And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd
Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace)
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' tha struggle man
My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan
Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land
Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n tha run'n man
Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again
That's why I'm young wit' tha soul of a ole man
I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man
Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man
I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man
For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes
Rollin vogues, 24's
Let these other niggaz know
[Chorus 2x]
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