[Verse One: T.I.]
  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 niggaz advance
  On da crown, to get anything less da laid down
  I stay down
  
  [Chorus][2X]T.I. & [Lil Jon]
  
  We ain't playin dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]
  And we dont play dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]
  Nigga fuck dat shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]
  Well nigga buck den shit [GET YA WEIGHT UP]
  
  [Verse 2: 8Ball]
  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 niggaz dying fo em, out here actin crazy
  I saw dem niggaz 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..
  
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  [Verse 3: Lil' Jon]
  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
  
  [Verse 4: 8Ball]
  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, niggaz 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
  
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