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I'm the man, I'm the problem man
I'm the shit, can't count these bands
With no rubber bands, and this ain't shit
No they can't stand me, but they

They don't do anger
Just stone cold revenge
Ride or die
Those brothers and friends

Out on the road
Smoke, burning rubber and steel
Hauling their

Wit a hop out game
Wit a pop a frame
This big block hea
Got cash sheets
Hold a hater
Smell the vapor
Burning rubber
Passing
Bass straight
Blasting
Loud

Gangsta

Trick Daddy

Thug Holiday

2002

It's the kid wit the bricks taped up in the grill
Mmmm Hmmmm Cadillac that is
Wit that rag top bubbly E class burnin' rubber

You the number 1 stunna

oo mayan cana oo cana
Anti tori owo temagba  You forget to use rubber idabobo
Gbogbo ara loti ta your life is in trouble screaming scribabascribobo
All

to rubber 
The last thing that I need is more 
But it's all I want and 

When you lay your head on me 
I forget to breathe 
I forget how to breathe

some cash
Back again
Then gone in a flash
Rubber pavement
Smell it burning
Tires squall
World stops, we keep turning
Because ain't no signs
Gonna stop me

You wouldn't really understand
Get it how it's handed
Rubber rubber rubber banded
We are slaves on this planet
Escape the madness outside
Roll the dice,

Rubber burnin' smoke inside
Horses kicking through the fire

Let that motor fly
Heaven's when I'm zoomin' by
Speedin' like i own the sky
Tunnel vision in

Full speed ahead
Burning rubber
Like a combustion
Is gonna blow
The sparking plugs
Exploding loud
Hitting at your head
Motherfucker
Speed angel
Speed

I've got a rubber duck
Sitting on the side of my tub
So if the world gets hard enough
My regressions can be waterlogged
Cause I I I
Want to be a kid

a thing or two
Hundred bucks an hour
Hundred bucks an hour
A rubber glove
Filled with broken dreams
And gonorrhea
Under the sheets
You’re a boy

Fine fine girls wey dem lap for place
Non of them I can ever replace
Sexy girl with their rubber band waist
Dam ah whine dem ah whine
Dem ah drop it

hit him
'Round 6 a.m once I hit my dick
Didn't have a rubber so she got to feel this skin
Money stacks stack high, bruh this don't bend
What's up

the rubber leaves the ground
To take the long way home
Is the only way
With sun in our eyes
A smile on our face

Kroon van die skepping te regeer 
In stommeteit

Robot                            
Die geometriess getjank
Van rubber op teer
Giroskopiese revolusies

Dune Buggy

The Presidents of the United States of America

Peaches [Single]

1996

tires 
Rockin' through the sand and burnin' up

Little dune buggy in the sand
Little blue dune buggy in my hand

Okay, I got a rubber band motor

the void

Watching it fade away

So I packed up all of the planets
Folded the stars
Tucked them away

Then I took my rubber eraser
To everything else

that I got braces
Then when I had braces 
I got a chin cup
And I also got rubber bands for my braces.
Then when my braces came off 
I got a retainer for

to race, in search of fame and fortune.

Fast and Furious is our life,
We accelerate again and again, we burn the rubber on the asphalt,
We defy the dangers,

ought to know
Now I know you're here

Rubber bands broke
Paint on your hand
I got it wrong
But I know by now

off went the lights
Bitch was kinda hot
Didn't have a rubber but a nigga still hit that cock
Side to side back to front she put whip cream on my dick

yeah, yeah-yeah)
She love my adlibs, I'm a savage
Matchin' Rollies, got her bundles did
Want a baby, fuck the rubber shit
She was always on some other

Scared of moving on
I like the way things have been
Not ready for the change
Can't handle the rearrange

Rubber hitting road
I'm alone