The Boyz - Who's the Man? lyrics

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 One: 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: repeat 4X Who's the man? (The Heavster) ("Time keeps on slipping...") Verse Two: 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? (3X) Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who's the man? Like I said, this here, is official Verse Three: 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*