Juelz Santana - Rubber Burner lyrics

[Chorus: T.I. & Juelz Santana] Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo A drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo A drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go Rubber burnin Yea yea yea yea we keep that Rubber burnin Yea yea yea yea we stayin' Drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go [Verse 1: Juelz Santana] Straight off the lot's how I get mine Pick mine Car clean lookin' like it just been spit shined 24 inches on his rims big Bout the size of a 2 year old kid (ya digg) Plus, U-turnin' in that S550 Look like I'm U-turnin' in a jet Why did he do that When he just came through Why did he come back I'm just frontin' how you, how you? Diva on my side while the tires burnin' I be burnin' I'm schoolin' these n***as that's what you call higher learning So listen up grab a chair, have a seat Crack a beer, smoke a blunt Watch me the captains here Louis Vuitton sneaks on the pedal Do 100 for a mile like my feet went to sleep on the pedal And no longer am I gonna pop tags off my clothes Dudes need to know I spent big cash on my clothes No cash on my hoes, just pa** all my hoes To my n***as let 'em hit it then they get pa**ed on some mo' Got my system (?) up and it's rattling the trunk n***as know how I get down they just glad it ain't the pump Bangin' [Chorus: T.I.](x2) Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo A drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go Rubber burnin Rubber burnin Drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go [Verse 2: Lil Wayne] Yeah, I can't feel my face co*ky in the coupe but they love it Sittin' on bu*tons, a pair of 20 somethings Tires so skinny like I'm sitting on nothing Leather so soft like I'm sitting on muffins Beating up the block knocking pictures off the wall Baby I can drop the top and we can talk to the Lord And you know I got the stash spot, not! Cause where I'm from you need your gats out, and co*ked Yea, back out the driveway spoiler banging I'm sh**tin' on 'em need toilet training A big baller can't guard me baby, I mean it Why the girls gotta double team me Sittin' sideways yea I'm leanin', I go hard 20 G's in each back pocket 'case I fall I'm stuntin' check my past I get that cash In the Phantom with Louisiana plates on the a** [Chorus: T.I.] Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo Rubber burnin, turnin corners, beatin like a congo A drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go Rubber burnin Rubber burnin Drop top, flip flop, shine thats the chrome glow Blowin 'dro on twenty-fo', livin how the song go