| Call me Rubber Band Man, get as high as I can
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| Tote a hundred grand in my case
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| Anotha five in my pants
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| In dat new LI sedan, bout da size of a van
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| 155 on 85, I be flyin my man
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| And ain’t no catchin T.I.P. |
| silly
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| But you can try if ya can
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| Get ya ass laid out, right beside ya man
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| Sprayed out da clip, left ya wit ya face in da sand
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| Sent da DA on a cruise, den do a day in da can
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| Two in da hand I’m jukin, I’m too cool ta dance
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| I got a bad bitch in Paris, I cut a fool in France
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| Cool as a fan, betta ask some body who da man
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| Shut da bout down, clown when I choose to man
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| I’m da Bankhead ambassador, Atlanta my land
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| Whether I’m rappin, actin, or trappin, haddlin grands
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| I give a gotdamn, not nan niggas advance
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| On da crown, to get anything less da laid down
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| I stay down
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| We ain’t playin dat shit (get ya weight up)
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| And we don’t play dat shit (get ya weight up)
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| Nigga fuck dat shit (get ya weight up)
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| Well nigga buck den shit (get ya weight up)
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| I see you lookin at me, wit yo lookin ass
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| You wanna light it up, you betta pull it fast
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| I’m not ya homeboy, I’m not ya kinfolk
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| I got my own drink. |
| I got my own dough
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| I got my own slab, wit Michael Jordans on it
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| If you don’t kno da lingo, den 23's hommie
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| You wanna ride on em, you gotta hustlin baby
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| Some niggas dying fo em, out here actin crazy
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| I saw dem niggas buckin, at da club spennin
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| Buyin hoes drinks, gettin at all da bithes
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| Dey got dey bling on, chains and rings on
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| Dey will stunt until da dj play da wrong song
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| Now dey on da flo, head split in two
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| All dey ice gone, and all dey bitches too
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| Dats why we roll deep, dat’s why we hold heat
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| Dat’s why we own streets. |
| fuck up and you will see.
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| Pussy nigga, wut’s up, gotdamn dat shit
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| All dat yappin at da mouth 'll getcha fucked up quick
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| I’ma ATL nigga, and BME’s da clique
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| Crunk Juice in my glass, always givin me lip
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| I hit dese hoes like boes wit dis platinum dick
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| My magnum always stay locked, cocked, ready ta hit
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| I give a gotdamn nigga who we rollin wit
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| Get ya weight up hoe, den approach me bitch
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| Get ya weight up nigga, get ya weight up bitch
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| I went from hustlin on da corner, to hustlin legit
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| From ridin 84's ta new school 4-doors
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| From smokin on dat Reggie to smokin on dat Dro
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| No mo 18's, niggas ride 24's
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| On anything new, ta old school 4-doors
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| You might be ridin nigga, but dat ain’t shit
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| If you ain’t got no feet, be da candy bitch |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Get Your Weight Up , by - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz. Song from the album Part II, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп