Chamillionaire - Rubber Bands lyrics

rate me

Yo bout to re up on these losers

Like they doing somethin

Hakeem a laj ou don in the flesh, yes

Chamillitary

[Chorus:]

I need some rubberbands, I need some rubberbands

I need some rubberbands, I need some rubberbands

Time to get these digits, time to get these dollars

Time to get these digits, time to get these dollars (I need some rubberbaaaands)

I need some rubberbands, I need some rubberbands

I need some rubberbands, I need some rubberbands

Time to get these digits, time to get these dollars

Time to get these digits, I'm a bout to reup on these hoes

[Verse:]

Watch me get it back in my city

Now I'm back on my grizzly

She wanna bone and wish for my flesh

But that how krayzie tell her I'm bizzy, get it

Heard a couple boys dissed me

Stand with me or against me

Anyone of ya'll say my name

I promise I'm a make sure you history

Lady wanna get her freak on like missy

So I responded oh really

But I'm too far and I'm too gone

You can tell the braud that I'm drizzy

Then she wanna talk to me like she tipsy

She tellin me that she miss me

Cause I been around the world so much

On my passport picture I look dizzy

Where is he, where is he

He back to get it done

Cause these rappers wasn't rappin

How they should when I was gone

Rappers just like ted williams

You can claim that they the 1

That's gon have the golden voice

But I still feel like he a bum, uh

Made my paper without dealing

Got a crib I never live in

Just to hide it in the ceiling

Don't be dissing but I'm willing

Speak of texas or chamillion

Just remember who the villain

Ya'll be chillin I be killin

Uh, I'm the one who made me

You can call it man made

Help you get your benz up

You can call that band aid

I'm the president around here

I can't be no damn slave

Cham be bringing paiin, cham pain

I'm riding porches, they riding avis

Got off the majors and went and copped some gauges

I'm hearing whispers like man I ain't seen that kid in ages

Pop up on top of jy fortrice I'm shootong like baron davis

On a roof like santa, some of ya'll boys better calm your gramma

Fore you get hit with the arm & hammer

Keep a 4 & a 9 like joe montana

Yea, but I ain't your average jo tho

That's just cause every rhyme is clear

And timeless as a photo

Stay creepin on the low low

Your chick buyin me polo's

I stick and move bounce on it then stick it like a pogo

They don't jam me in soho

I responded like so hoe

Your girl wanna come to my crib

And kick it kick it like a dojo

[Chorus]