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Rubber Hand Grip Video (MV)




Performed By: Roc Marciano
Featuring: The Alchemist
Language: English
Length: 3:30
Written by: Alan Maman, Rahkeim Calief Meyer




Roc Marciano - Rubber Hand Grip Lyrics
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[ Featuring The Alchemist ]

Check my levels
Levels is good? Uh
Uh-huh, Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh, what?
You don't know who you playin' with
Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga

If it's trouble then we shootin' it's troubleshooting
We shootin' up but we ain't struggling with drug use
Throwin' all these subs what that make you subhuman?
This is music for sub-machine gun users (Uh)
Speeding in the BMW, lookin' unassuming (Uh)
Just me and my Uzi, we lookin' like a couple spooning (mmm)
Enough with the canoodling, blow your noodles on your beautiful drip
This is Hoorsenbuhs, you should google it
My love language is another matrix
Screw your baby mother like some Cartier love bracelets
Hermes blankets, that's a blanket statement
Need more than handkerchief 'cause we covering all the bases
Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here)
Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?)
It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch, ain't it?)
When the love always outweigh the negative (it do)
I'm on the edge, I'm at the ledge of the clip
Break your neck like a breadstick
Forever devilish, don't you ever forget
How the AK-47 kick like an elephant
Knock a fella off the edge of the fence
Don't take offence if it's a brick of cocaine
We hid in the Mercedes-Benz
Baby, that's for my lady friends, who's taking it for a spin?
(Who do you know who would do some shit like that?) Uh, spin

Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh
You don't know who you playin' with (say it with-)
Pump with the rubber hand grip
Say, say it with me, you don't know who you playin' with
Break it down
Uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh
Pump with the rubber hand grip (yeah)

Look, soon as the drama came afoot you was shot in the foot
Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put
Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus
Book your watch, you got everything inside your pocket took
The cops was shook
We even took what you hide in your lady pocketbook (get that)
Okay, it's time to cook
It look like we threw lava on your designer goods (tssss)
Ask the Doc' how it look, said, "it's not good"
Shoulda just left the body to rot in the woods
Tryna be Hollywood, forgot they even knocked out Suge
The Witch made the magic wand out of Hollywood
Gotta' keep a shotty' nearby where you potty or do karate good
If not, then you should not be in the hood (go)
F*ck an oppie, I will take you to blood (blood)
(What? No love, no motherf*ckin' love, nigga)

Seems to have had a genuine scientific curiosity
He was eager to show this very unusual pace
But some of his colleagues were critical
That is was not appropriate to show someone
Who was essentially in their terms a "freak"
Rather than someone who was acutely ill
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English

Check my levels
Levels is good? Uh
Uh-huh, Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh, what?
You don't know who you playin' with
Yeah, Pimpstead, nigga

If it's trouble then we shootin' it's troubleshooting
We shootin' up but we ain't struggling with drug use
Throwin' all these subs what that make you subhuman?
This is music for sub-machine gun users (Uh)
Speeding in the BMW, lookin' unassuming (Uh)
Just me and my Uzi, we lookin' like a couple spooning (mmm)
Enough with the canoodling, blow your noodles on your beautiful drip
This is Hoorsenbuhs, you should google it
My love language is another matrix
Screw your baby mother like some Cartier love bracelets
Hermes blankets, that's a blanket statement
Need more than handkerchief 'cause we covering all the bases
Might yank you out the whip, strip you naked (get over here)
Niggas comparing MJ to "Weird Al" Yankovic (huh?)
It's a bitch ain't it? (bitch, ain't it?)
When the love always outweigh the negative (it do)
I'm on the edge, I'm at the ledge of the clip
Break your neck like a breadstick
Forever devilish, don't you ever forget
How the AK-47 kick like an elephant
Knock a fella off the edge of the fence
Don't take offence if it's a brick of cocaine
We hid in the Mercedes-Benz
Baby, that's for my lady friends, who's taking it for a spin?
(Who do you know who would do some shit like that?) Uh, spin

Pump with the rubber hand grip, uh
You don't know who you playin' with (say it with-)
Pump with the rubber hand grip
Say, say it with me, you don't know who you playin' with
Break it down
Uh, uh-huh, yeah, uh
Pump with the rubber hand grip (yeah)

Look, soon as the drama came afoot you was shot in the foot
Throw a couple at your knot like you playing shot put
Three-hundred rounds pop your hood, look like you were shot by an octopus
Book your watch, you got everything inside your pocket took
The cops was shook
We even took what you hide in your lady pocketbook (get that)
Okay, it's time to cook
It look like we threw lava on your designer goods (tssss)
Ask the Doc' how it look, said, "it's not good"
Shoulda just left the body to rot in the woods
Tryna be Hollywood, forgot they even knocked out Suge
The Witch made the magic wand out of Hollywood
Gotta' keep a shotty' nearby where you potty or do karate good
If not, then you should not be in the hood (go)
F*ck an oppie, I will take you to blood (blood)
(What? No love, no motherf*ckin' love, nigga)

Seems to have had a genuine scientific curiosity
He was eager to show this very unusual pace
But some of his colleagues were critical
That is was not appropriate to show someone
Who was essentially in their terms a "freak"
Rather than someone who was acutely ill
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: Alan Maman, Rahkeim Calief Meyer
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Royalty Network

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