Truck North - The Man lyrics

(What they don't understand, Is that I'm the motherf**ing man!) Number one chief rocker, Lord of the Underground, Now, I consider wacker, The certain he mergered Make waiting for the doctor. When I'm wanna bring the storm Like a motherf**ing doppler, Oh, then I'm born up the London Like the Opper, The narcotics in the pockets And a pretty young popper. She better o me proper In the airplane bathrooms Scuffing up ... sponsored links Her mamma was beneath her Apple buns, so what runs in Her family, but her dad can't stand me 'cause he knows that I am Who he was twice as better I'm like whoever you can come up, The sun's down, the sun up, I'm creeping on him to come up. here's no side to sun up, But b**h, if you want her You ca have her, Don't worry, I won't save her. But if you get the p**y Then consider it a favor. They say I got the flavor, I grab the microphone And they consider me a savior, And if I hit your home, It ain't nothing like a neighbor, Ace in the place means Peace! See you later! When I spit, I get a hundred damn haters, I'm the man! (f** this place!) Aye, yo, n******gs couldn't hang with a nuice, Truth! Top that, you ain't got a shot, choose! So now you got a choice, is to stay up on a roof, But my crew so alive, yeah, that's word to my uncle Luke. I've got the juice, but never will I spill it, Don't call me Juice, 'cause you know that I'm a k**er, He got too high up on his sk**ers So he talking to the flames, Burned down the kitchen just to get himself a name. I'm the man, yet, still, you got to put me on, Getting pissy drunk off a Barbellion, Word is gone in the U-con, Rocking on skins, it felt like a time machine when I hopped in. Money making jam boys, making mad noise on the set, Holmes, get bowled and get stomped out like a step show, But it ain't nothing better than the next, though, I'm not one of ya, just the quickest way to the coroner, Boom goes the motherf**ing dynamite smoking on Rules are getting higher than a satellite, I don't need a ruler, 'cause I do it like a king, Old school, Jarry low is raving trumps in the rain, understand, I'm the man! (f** this place!) I'm the man! (f** this place!) Ah, I've got lyrics to go, I make a s**er disappear like a magic show, Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough. So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor! I've got lyrics to go, I make a s**er disappear like a magic show, Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough. So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor! I've got lyrics to go I've got lyrics to go I make a s**er disappear like a magic show, Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough. So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor! Peace from the East when I war like a Grizzly, Basic Man, he get busy when I;m doing the most. Brake fast on the ten, now the n******gs is toast. Cooked the s**ers like a roast, now I'm hitting the coast. I've got lyrics to go I've got lyrics to go I make a s**er disappear like a magic show, Real feeling O.G.