Текст: Chamillionaire. Rubber Bands.

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]