Текст песни T.I. - Rubber Band Man
T.I. - Rubber Band Man слова песни
[Chorus]Ay, who I`m is?Rubber band manWild as the Taliban9 in my right, 45 in my other handWho I`m is?Call me trouble man, always in trouble manWorth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man[Verse 1]Rubber band man, like a one man bandTreat these niggaz like the Apollo, and I`m the sandmanTote a hundred grand canon in the waistbandLook`n fo` a sweet lick? well this is the wrong place manSeven tyme felon, what I care `bout a case man?I`m campaignin` to bury the hate, so say yo` grace manAy, I don`t talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his faceI`m a thoroughbred nigga, I don`t fake and I don`t hateCheck my resume nigga, my record`s impeccableAnywhere in the A nigga how TIP is highly respectableAnd 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 youFrom the bottom of the Duval, Cakalacky to New YorkAnd everybody show`n me love that`s one to you allYeah, to all my Florida niggaz, my Cakalacky niggaz, my LA niggaz[Chorus 2x][Verse 2]Call me trouble man, stay`d in some trouble manSome niggaz still hate`n on shawty so, they some suckas manGot a couple fans that love to do nothing other thanLick, suck, show no `spect, but still I love `em manDig it, lil` pimpin` got the mind and the muscleStay down on his grind put the crown on the hustleAy, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it doubleWeed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto` wit` no troubleYoung Cassius clay of my day Marvin gaye of my tyme Tryna stay alive, live`n how I say in my rhymesMy cousin used to tell me, take this shyt a day at a tymeAnd told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in the groundI still smile `cause somehow I know he see`n me nowAnd so I`m doing all my shows just like he in the crowdAy, 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 manBut why the rubber band? it representin` the struggle manMy folk gon` trap, until they come up wit` another planStack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma landGangstas who been servin, since you was do`n the run`n manWent down, did 10, back `round and rich againThat`s why I`m young wit` the soul of a ole manI`m shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll manStill ryde around with the glock on patrol manI ain`t robbing, I`m just lookin for that dro` manFor ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin` hoesRollin vogues, 24`sLet these other niggaz know[Chorus 2x]