Rubberband Man Lyrics

Rubberband Man lyrics

(David Banner)



Chorus] yo

who'd i be

Rubber band man 

Wild as the Taliban 

9 in my right, 45 in my other hand 

who'd i be

Call me trouble man, always in trouble, man 

I-I-I Worth a couple hundred grand, Chevys, all colors man 



[Verse 1] 

Rubber band man, like a one man band 

Treat these niggaz like tha Apollo, and I'm tha sandman 

Tote a hundred grand canon in tha waistband 

Lookin fo' a sweet lick? well this is tha wrong place man 

Seven time felon, what I care 'bout a case man? 

I'm campaignin' to bury tha hate, so say yo' grace man 

Ay, I don't talk behind a nigga back, I say it in his face 

I'm a thoroughbred nigga, I don't fake and I don't hate 

Check my resume nigga, my record's impeccable 

Anywhere in tha A nigga how TIP is highly respectable 

And tha M-I-A nigga I'm tryna keep it professional 

'Cause all this tongue rastling finna have me snap'n, I'm tell'n you 

From the bottom of tha Duval, Cakalacky to New York 

And everybody show'n me love that's one to you all 

Yeah, to all my Florida niggas, my Cakalacky niggas, my L.A niggas 

And all the New Orleans 

[Chorus 2x] 



[Verse 2] 

Call me trouble man, stayed in some trouble man 

Some niggaz still hatin on shawty so, they some suckas man 

Got a couple fans that love to do nothing other than 

Lick, suck, show no 'spect, but still I love 'em man 

Dig it, lil' pimpin' got tha mind and the muscle 

Stay down on his grind put tha crown on tha hustle 

Ay, I could show ya how to juggle anything and make it double 

Weed, blow, reel estate, liquor sto' wit' no trouble 

Young cats is play'n today Marvin Gaye of my time 

Tryna stay alive, live'n how I say in my rhymes 

My cousin used to tell me, take this shit a day at a tyme 

And told me Friday died, Sunday we a day in tha ground 

I still smile 'cause somehow I know he see'n me now 

And so I'm doing all my shows just like he in the crowd 

Ay, throw ya lightas up for my cousin Toot, (Rest In Peace) 

Aaliyah, Left Eye and Jam Master J! 



[Chorus 2x] 



[Verse 3] 

Grand hustle man 

mo' hustles than hustle man 

But why the rubber band? it representin' tha struggle man 

My folk gon' trap, until they come up wit' another plan 

Stack and crumble bread to get theyself off they momma land 

Gangstas who been servin, since you was do'n tha run'n man 

Went down, did 10, back 'round and rich again 

That's why I'm young wit' tha soul of a ole man 

I'm shell shocked, get shot slow ya roll man 

Still ryde around with tha glock on patrol man 

I ain't robbing, I'm just lookin for that dro' man 

For ma niggaz slangin blow, pimpin' hoes 

Rollin vogues, 24's 

Let these other niggaz know 



[Chorus 2x]