Oh yes this is special
This is direct from what we call The Funk House
This is a total dope phat one, knowhatI'msayin?
And this is how it's done, UHH!
[Verse 1:]
I did good in my hood as a youngster
The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed
I dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand
The bigger n***a is back and I'm on the right track
As a matter of fact, I'm ALLL THAT
So ring around the Rosie, oopsy-daisy
Topsy turvy, you never heard of me you don't deserve me
Fly like Kinievel, drive like a BMW
You never knew I could bring trouble to
a cordless you can't afford this don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle
Come be a single, let me see you mingle jingle dangle
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bojangles
(Here is something you can't understand)
Tell me y'all, who's the man?
[Chorus: x4]
Who's the man? (The Heavster)
("Time keeps on slipping...")
[Verse 2:]
Yes, too many brothers be fakin moves, or frontin grooves
Peace to all the brothers on the block, drinkin and pa**in brew
Money tried to flip but he got flopped
Said it was his corner let him know his corner's on my block
I know your fantasy, don't Stay, I ain't Jodeci
When I used to juggle y'all was crumbs who didn't notice me
But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screen
On the radio liver stereo lookin clean
All of a sudden I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say you can't afford this
I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley
Ain't nuttin changed... wait a minute, I'm a liar
The 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?
[Chorus]
Who's the man? [x3]
Phenomenon one, phenomenon two
Who's the man?
Like I said, this here, is official
[Verse 3:]
Back in the day I used to punch clocks now I'm drippin props
And countin loot, and shootin hoops, and lookin cute
in tailored suits, made for the Over-weight Lover
undercover, over cover
You know my MO I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin paid by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop who's the bigger one, quick to figure one
two, three two one, ahhh!
Keep a pen and a pad on stash
I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough, and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson
And brother where you rub it 'fore you catch the Magic in your Johnson
Honeydips, money grips
I 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?
[Chorus]
Everything here, is phat, knowhatI'msayin?
Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm lettin you know
For the last time, this here is official
This is fat
[Chorus: repeat to fade]