Get Your Weight Up - Lil Jon & The East Side Boyz, T.I., 8 Ball

Call me Rubber Band Man, get as high as I can

Tote a hundred grand in my case

Anotha five in my pants

In dat new LI sedan, bout da size of a van

155 on 85, I be flyin my man

And ain’t no catchin T.I.P.

silly

But you can try if ya can

Get ya ass laid out, right beside ya man

Sprayed out da clip, left ya wit ya face in da sand

Sent da DA on a cruise, den do a day in da can

Two in da hand I’m jukin, I’m too cool ta dance

I got a bad bitch in Paris, I cut a fool in France

Cool as a fan, betta ask some body who da man

Shut da bout down, clown when I choose to man

I’m da Bankhead ambassador, Atlanta my land

Whether I’m rappin, actin, or trappin, haddlin grands

I give a gotdamn, not nan niggas advance

On da crown, to get anything less da laid down

I stay down

We ain’t playin dat shit (get ya weight up)

And we don’t play dat shit (get ya weight up)

Nigga fuck dat shit (get ya weight up)

Well nigga buck den shit (get ya weight up)

I see you lookin at me, wit yo lookin ass

You wanna light it up, you betta pull it fast

I’m not ya homeboy, I’m not ya kinfolk

I got my own drink.

I got my own dough

I got my own slab, wit Michael Jordans on it

If you don’t kno da lingo, den 23's hommie

You wanna ride on em, you gotta hustlin baby

Some niggas dying fo em, out here actin crazy

I saw dem niggas buckin, at da club spennin

Buyin hoes drinks, gettin at all da bithes

Dey got dey bling on, chains and rings on

Dey will stunt until da dj play da wrong song

Now dey on da flo, head split in two

All dey ice gone, and all dey bitches too

Dats why we roll deep, dat’s why we hold heat

Dat’s why we own streets.

fuck up and you will see.

Pussy nigga, wut’s up, gotdamn dat shit

All dat yappin at da mouth 'll getcha fucked up quick

I’ma ATL nigga, and BME’s da clique

Crunk Juice in my glass, always givin me lip

I hit dese hoes like boes wit dis platinum dick

My magnum always stay locked, cocked, ready ta hit

I give a gotdamn nigga who we rollin wit

Get ya weight up hoe, den approach me bitch

Get ya weight up nigga, get ya weight up bitch

I went from hustlin on da corner, to hustlin legit

From ridin 84's ta new school 4-doors

From smokin on dat Reggie to smokin on dat Dro

No mo 18's, niggas ride 24's

On anything new, ta old school 4-doors

You might be ridin nigga, but dat ain’t shit

If you ain’t got no feet, be da candy bitch