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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 SongtexteSo 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] Aus Songtexte Mania