"Get Your Weight Up" lyrics

[T.I. (Lil Jon):]
One time [?] hate 'em (Yeah)
[?] be a lesson to ya (Fuck 'em)
A real nigga [?] five and a dro (Yeah)
Dranks on, let's go (Let's go, come on)

[T.I.:]
Call me Rubber Band Man, get as high as I can
Tote a hundred grand in my case
Another five in my pants
In that new LI sedan, 'bout the size of a van
155 on 85, I be flying my man
And ain't no catching T.I.P. silly
But you can try if ya can
Get ya ass laid out, right beside ya man
Sprayed out the clip, left ya with ya face in the sand
Sent the DA on a cruise, then do a day in the can
Two in the hand I'm jukin, I'm too cool to dance
I got a bad bitch in Paris, I cut a fool in France
Cool as a fan, better ask some body who the man
Shut the 'bout down, clown when I choose to man
I'm the Bankhead ambassador, Atlanta my land
Whether I'm rapping, acting, or trapping, handling grands
I give a goddamn, not nan niggas advance
On the crown, to get anything less the laid down
I stay down mane

[T.I. (Lil Jon):]
We ain't playing that shit (Get your weight up)
And we don't play that shit (Get your weight up)
Nigga fuck that shit (Get your weight up)
Well nigga buck then shit (shorty, get your weight up)
We ain't playing that shit (Get your weight up)
And we don't play that shit (Get your weight up)
Nigga fuck that shit (Get your weight up)
Well nigga buck then shit (shorty, get your weight up)

[8Ball:]
I see you looking at me, with yo looking ass
You wanna light it up, you better pull it fast
I'm not your homeboy, I'm not ya kinfolk
I got my own drink. I got my own dough
I got my own slab, with Michael Jordans on it
If you don't know the lingo, then 23s hommie
You wanna ride on 'em, you gotta hustle baby
Some niggas dying for 'em, out here acting crazy
I saw them niggas bucking, at the club spending
Buying hoes drinks, getting at all the bitches
they got their bling on, chains and rings on
they will stunting until the DJ play the wrong song
Now they're on the floor, head split in two
All their ice gone, and all their bitches too
that's why we roll deep, that's why we hold heat
that's why we own streets. Fuck up and you will see

[T.I. (Lil Jon):]
We ain't playing that shit (Get your weight up)
And we don't play that shit (Get your weight up)
Nigga fuck that shit (Get your weight up)
Well nigga buck then shit (shorty, get your weight up)
We ain't playing that shit (Get your weight up)
And we don't play that shit (Get your weight up)
Nigga fuck that shit (Get your weight up)
Well nigga buck then shit (shorty, get your weight up)

[Lil Jon:]
Hah
Pussy nigga, what's up? Goddamn that shit
All that yapping at the mouth'll get you fucked up quick
I'ma ATL nigga, and BME's the clique
Crunk Juice in my glass, always giving me lip
I hit these hoes like boes with dis platinum dick
My magnum always stay locked, cocked, ready to hit
I give a goddamn nigga who we rolling with
Ah, get your weight up hoe, then approach me bitch

[Big Sam:]
Ah, get your weight up nigga, get your weight up bitch
I went from hustling on the corner, to hustling legit
From riding 84's to new-school 4-doors
From smoking on that Reggie to smoking on that Dro
No more 18s, niggas ride 24s
On anything new, to old-school 4-doors
You might be riding nigga, but that ain't shit
If you ain't got no feet, be the candy bitch

[T.I. (Lil Jon):]
We ain't playing that shit (Get your weight up)
And we don't play that shit (Get your weight up)
Nigga fuck that shit (Get your weight up)
Well nigga buck then shit (shorty, get your weight up)
We ain't playing that shit (Get your weight up)
And we don't play that shit (Get your weight up)
Nigga fuck that shit (Get your weight up)
Well nigga buck then shit (shorty, get your weight up)