[Red Cafe]
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dope man
And I'm the man (That's me) yes, shorty, I'm the man
(The motherfuckin man, 'Lo-so)
I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
(You think you're better than your past)
I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
(If the present were your man, bitch)[Fabolous]
Yes, I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
I'm so fly there's no tellin' when I'm a land
You tryin' to come up on somethin', mami, I'm the plan
So play the cards you was dealt, baby, I'm the hand
Young Denzel - I'm the inside man
The open-they-legs-and-let-me-inside man
I work the middle, call it a inside job
The hey 'mon; I got ten side jobs
The boss man, the ice man and weatherman
The weed man for Redman and Method Man
The dope man, the gun man, the mailman
The spokesman, the cheer man, the salesman
Used to spread the white shit like hail, man
And I moved more bags than the bellman
Now, I'm the man of the fi-di-di-di-damn
If you ain't get the message, let me tell you who I am, bitch[Red Cafe]
Excuse me! I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me! I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me! I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me! I happen to be the dope man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man[Fabolous]
Yeah, I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
Lookin' for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candy man
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman
You know how the man do, Coupe is all mad new
Ginobli's, but the truck is on Kobe's
Through the bulletproof when you're in the Sport, man
The slugs come through your window like grown man
Aww, man, there go your man again
I fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin', but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slippin' up, and he don't even see banana peels
And one night I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the fi-di-di-di-damn
But F-Y-I, let me tell you who I am, bitch
Songwriters
Jackson, John David / Denny, Jermaine (Red Cafe) / Slater, Sharif (Reefa)Published by
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