Rubber Grip Lyrics - Silverback Gorilla - Sheek Louch

[Intro] 

J [3X] 

J [4X] J-J-J-J. Cardim! 

[Chorus] 

"Tryin to get my hands on a Mac with the rubber grip" [3X] 

"Tryin to get my" [3X] "Mac with the rubber grip" 

[Sheek Louch] 

Uhh, rubber grip (rubber grip) where are you? (Where are you?) 

I'm lookin for you (lookin for you) can I borrow you? (Can I borrow you?) 

Lost mine, had to dump it out, in a nigga's spine 

Fuck it though (fuck it though) nigga shouldn'ta crossed the fuckin line 

Geah! Pay attention my nigga, ain't no switchin my nigga 

This is school but out here ain't no detention my nigga 

(No doubt) I'm about the whips, fuck with the Bloods and Crips 

In the hood with them gorillas and banana clips (whaddup?) 

They don't like that I'm real, they say I make 'em sick 

Cause they don't see me no more, after I give 'em dick 

The price is right, the hood is quiet 

Go 'head and flip, if I run to the car I'm just, I'm just... 

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[Chorus - repeat 2X] 

[Fat Joe - over Chorus] 

WOOO! Yeah Sheek 

It's your nigga I got things for that rubber grip 

That BX, that TX burn nigga, it's Crack! 

Yes, on the rubber tip 

N.Y. City 

It's what I does 

[Fat Joe] 

Coca! Yes niggaz, I love my rubber grip 

Fingers itchin and I'm lookin for someone to hit 

Aww man, this is it huh? 

Niggaz been gettin shot before Scott LaRock 

Every block party ended in a shootout 

Midst of it all I was first to bring them tools out 

Had the shotty in the Benetton bag 

Deuce deuce in my sneaker make you do the running man 

This is my fascination, no exaggeration 

Just ask Bush, that cat'll blast the nation 

God damn I love my rubber grip 

I jerk off of this shit, I guess I'm fuckin sick 

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[Chorus - repeat 2X] 

[Styles P] 

Yeah 

I'm heartless, like I'm motherless 

Mac with the rubber grip, I be on some other shit 

Beefin with, niggaz in the hood, and the government 

Load it up, squeeze it off, nigga I be lovin it 

I be doin shit, for the fuck of it 

Blame it on money cause, I ain't got enough of it 

Money over hoes nigga, never ever cuff a bitch 

My hood they gon' laugh at you, say you on some sucker shit 

Got a lot of weight to move, lookin for a trucker quick 

Mean as Don Dada, ain't nobody on no tougher shit (nobody) 

Yeah I keep the Mac, with the rubber grip 

Knife, with the rubber grip 

I'm in the basement, makin the pipe, with the rubber grip 

[Chorus - repeat 2X]