bands, stacked up And I got somethin' hidden in the stash, wrapped up If you see purple in my cup, that mean I'm leanin' tough I got them haters on my back, so I be strapped
When I think of you, Baton Rouge I think of a Mariachi band I think of sixteen and a crisp green football field I think of a girl, I never had When I
finest, i don't mean palm trees want green? niggas meet me at the bar bitches valet cars and come dance with a star better yet, im the american idol strapped
my air force ones I like the all white high top straps with the gum bottom There's somthin' about 'em that's dirty that's why I got 'em I leave 'em strapped
ready to burn Looking hot, what we've got, we've had to earn (Oh Yeah) Guitar strapped on my back, sugar-pop in hand We're all obsessing about the rock n' roll band
ones [Nelly] I like the all white high top strap with the gum bottom (Big boy) theres somthin bout dem that's dirty why I got em (Big boy) I leave um strapped
maybe it was Tegan I'm pretty sure that it was Sara Cause Johnny Sampson said she was the cooler one I told her I was a big fan of her band She asked
few obstacles thrown his way through the last half Of his career, typical manure Movin' past that Mr. 'Kiss his ass crack' He?s a class act, rubber band
Look, my squad half-Mandrill, half-Mandela My band 'bout seventy strong just like Fela Yeah, part Melle-Mel, part Van Halen And we represent Illadel,
jail Outside, he is idolized My sister's class and ask them boys They wanna just be like him Push more rocks than belts of asteroids Better strapped
still gotta get his grind on Come get introduced to my home, I grew up in the crime zone Soon as you grown, you on your own, you keep your strap You
If listen close, my nigga, you might see the future Young Wayne in the buildin', where your stove at? Cook 'em up, strap 'em down, where the road at? I'm strapped
up,never in need dropped her off in the mornin smellin like weed fuck chief simmons and his drunk ass clique and every other rock band that stole my
then look at my scar look out the window n see who we are cause I'm gangsta I'm riding in my in my phantom in my rover banging rubber bands
hit the floor] Next thing you know Shawty got low low low low low low low low Them baggy sweat pants And the Reeboks with the straps [With the straps
Put em in the back of the Cadillac show em how my Mini-Mac gonna act My tactics is lethal Leave the whole town hella smokey like that band that steppin
veins Knee deep it the game, I'll put a price on your brains See me, I can double up twice with dem thangs Put it on a plane, with it strapped tight
money young niggas got to have that Rubber bands by the grands in a big bag Pockets fat like I'm carrying a backpack A couple grand for the Louis band