Текст песни Heavy D and The Boyz - Who`s the Man?
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Oh yes this is specialThis is direct from what we call The Funk HouseThis is a total dope phat one, knowhatI`msayin?And this is how it`s done, UHH!Verse One:I did good in my hood as a youngsterThe Heavster was never a punkster, no sirNo ma`am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammedI dug Soul Train, not American BandstandThe bigger nigga is back and I`m on the right trackAs a matter of fact, I`m ALLL THATSo ring around the Rosie, oopsy-daisyTopsy turvy, you never heard of me you don`t deserve meFly like Kinievel, drive like a BMWYou never knew I could bring trouble toa cordless you can`t afford this don`t get aboard this flavorUnless you got the fever flavor for a PringleCome be a single, let me see you mingle jingle dangleSammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bojangles(Here is something you can`t understand)Tell me y`all, who`s the man?Chorus: repeat 4XWho`s the man? (The Heavster) ("Time keeps on slipping...")Verse Two:Yes, too many brothers be fakin moves, or frontin groovesPeace to all the brothers on the block, drinkin and passin brewMoney tried to flip but he got floppedSaid it was his corner let him know his corner`s on my blockI know your fantasy, don`t Stay, I ain`t JodeciWhen I used to juggle y`all was crumbs who didn`t notice meBut now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screenOn the radio liver stereo lookin cleanAll of a sudden I`m attractive, I`m handsome, I`m gorgeousBut back in the day you used to say you can`t afford thisI wreck shops and got props from New York to CaliI`m Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valleyAin`t nuttin changed... wait a minute, I`m a liarThe crib is definitely doper and the girls a lot flyer(Here is something you can`t understand)So tell me y`all, who`s the man?ChorusWho`s the man? (3X)Phenomenon one, phenomenon twoWho`s the man?Like I said, this here, is officialVerse Three:Back in the day I used to punch clocks now I`m drippin propsAnd countin loot, and shootin hoops, and lookin cutein tailored suits, made for the Over-weight Loverundercover, over coverYou know my MO I do damn well on the stage showI`m gettin paid by the pound and I got mad flowFlip flop who`s the bigger one, quick to figure onetwo, three two one, ahhh!Keep a pen and a pad on stashI used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cashI`m glad to say goodnight to Johnny CarsonAnd brother where you rub it `fore you catch the Magic in your JohnsonHoneydips, money gripsI know the difference cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix(Here is something you can`t understand)So tell me y`all, who`s the man?ChorusEverything here, is phat, knowhatI`msayin?Don`t take it the wrong way, but I`m lettin you knowFor the last time, this here is officialThis is fatChorus *repeat to fade*