Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Rubber Band Man , by - T.I.. Release date: 18.08.2003
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
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 |
| Rubber band man, like a one man band |
| Treat these niggaz like the Apollo, and I’m the sandman |
| Tote a hundred grand canon in the waistband |
| Look’n fo’a sweet lick? |
| well this is the wrong place man |
| Seven tyme felon, what I care 'bout a case man? |
| I’m campaignin’to bury the 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 the A nigga how TIP is highly respectable |
| And the 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 the 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 |
| 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 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, reel estate, liquor sto’wit’no trouble |
| Young Cassius clay of my day Marvin gaye of my tyme |
| 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 the 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. |
| 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 momma land |
| Gangstas who been servin, since you was do’n the run’n man |
| Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again |
| That’s why I’m young wit’the soul of a ole man |
| I’m shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man |
| Still ryde around with the 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 |