Yo yo yo yo yo
Yo! Call me Soopaman Luva the rude bwoy
That nigga SWV loose they cool for
Ha ha ha, ha ha, ha hah
Ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah ah-hah
Ah-hahahaha-hah-ha
Yo yo, I'm usually flyin' through the motherfuckin' air
But the utility belt on my underwear need repairs
So I be in back of the bus unwrappin' a Dutch
Left court for child support, bitch attackin' my bucks
They wanna fuck with certified private eye
Every week, check stubs to show the judge I got a job
Damn this, Soopaman used to stack them chips
Now I'm broke 'coz little kids riding Batman dick
I'm not a hater but the Caped Crusader blockin' my dough
And I'll let off before I push broom on HBO for Mr. Show
I'm critically acclaimed, but the press'll fuck my name up
Police is lookin' for me, call the mayor he'a hang up
Nowhere to run to and Brownstone even know it
So I pack the fo'-fifth, and the ice on your wrist, forfeit
No game, slappin' all hoes who got the fame
Then I rob 'em with chickens who got phone bills in they mama name
Yeah yeah, I know I gotta go out
So I'm shuttin' the game down like 30 nuthin' blowout
I rip the flow out, from the ceiling, if I spot cash peel it
Soopaman Luva gon' switch to Soopaman Villain
Soopaman! Roll up a L for me
Know I got to pack the heat
(Sing that shit Dave)
'Coz niggaz tryin' to fuck with me
(Who am I?)
Soopaman! Flyin' through the air high
Smokin' on that bom-baa
I don't give a fuck if I die
(Who am I?)
Yo yo, I'm back on deck, I never lost the pep in my step
Ride in the cab, drunk as hell, weed and Beck's on my breath
I'm undercover so I'm dressed in turtleneck and the vest
Tec by the waist, yo cabbie make a left on the next
Corner, get out and let the 30-30 cock the loogie
Tryin' to set me up like Jim Kelly, moi, moi
Before I hit somebody they say, "We ain't do it"
I believe them these the same niggaz I grew up in the hood wit
Yo yo yo, what's today's date?
Shh, December 8th?
Man today my God damn day off
Yo I'm outta here
Yeah, yeah yeah yeah right papi
I'll slap the shit out you