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Rubber Band Man (Remix)

アーティスト:T.I.  アルバム:Songs from Compilations and Soundtracks  作詞:CRUMP LAVELL W/HARRIS CLIFFORD J/ROLISON DEDRICK D'MON  作曲:CRUMP LAVELL W/HARRIS CLIFFORD J/ROLISON DEDRICK D'MON 

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(feat. Twista, Trick Daddy & Mack 10) [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


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