Текст песни Lil Jon f 8 Ball, T.I. - Get Ya Weight Up (Remix)
Lil Jon f 8 Ball, T.I. - Get Ya Weight Up (Remix) слова песни
[Verse One: T.I.]Call me Rubber Band Man, get as high as I canTote a hundred grand in my caseAnotha five in my pantsIn dat new LI sedan, bout da size of a van155 on 85, I be flyin my manAnd ain`t no catchin T.I.P. sillyBut you can try if ya canGet ya ass laid out, right beside ya manSprayed out da clip, left ya wit ya face in da sandSent da DA on a cruise, den do a day in da canTwo in da hand I`m jukin, I`m too cool ta danceI got a bad bitch in Paris, I cut a fool in FranceCool as a fan, betta ask some body who da manShut da bout down, clown when I choose to manI`m da Bankhead ambassador, Atlanta my landWhether I`m rappin, actin, or trappin, haddlin grandsI give a gotdamn, not nan niggaz advanceOn da crown, to get anything less da laid downI stay down[Chorus][2X]T.I. & [Lil Jon]We ain`t playin dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]And we dont play dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]Nigga fuck dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]Well nigga buck den shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP][Verse 2: 8Ball]I see you lookin at me, wit yo lookin assYou wanna light it up, you betta pull it fastI`m not ya homeboy, I`m not ya kinfolkI got my own drink. I got my own doughI got my own slab, wit Michael Jordans on itIf you don`t kno da lingo, den 23`s hommieYou wanna ride on em, you gotta hustlin babySome niggaz dying fo em, out here actin crazyI saw dem niggaz buckin, at da club spenninBuyin hoes drinks, gettin at all da bithesDey got dey bling on, chains and rings onDey will stunt until da dj play da wrong songNow dey on da flo, head split in twoAll dey ice gone, and all dey bitches tooDats why we roll deep, dat`s why we hold heatDat`s why we own streets. Fuck up and you will see..[Chorus][Verse 3: Lil` Jon]Pussy nigga, wut`s up, gotdamn dat shitAll dat yappin at da mouth `ll getcha fucked up quickI`ma ATL nigga, and BME`s da cliqueCrunk Juice in my glass, always givin me lipI hit dese hoes like boes wit dis platinum dickMy magnum always stay locked, cocked, ready ta hitI give a gotdamn nigga who we rollin witGet ya weight up hoe, den approach me bitch[Verse 4: 8Ball]Get ya weight up nigga, get ya weight up bitchI went from hustlin on da corner, to hustlin legitFrom ridin 84`s ta new school 4-doorsFrom smokin on dat Reggie to smokin on dat DroNo mo 18`s, niggaz ride 24`sOn anything new, ta old school 4-doorsYou might be ridin nigga, but dat ain`t shitIf you ain`t got no feet, be da candy bitch[Chorus]