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He hah, ha ha ha
Yo, wanna know about hoes?
it, yo

Adam is the man that got more than a hive of bees
I I'm pullin stunts like McGyver
And I try ta always be patient with a
But I diss, cuz groupies always to make me pissed
Huh, they gotta be frontin, wantin to start a phony
I never pretend to I befriend, be them hips
And send dips, back to moms with a grin
But if she's a boo boo head, I no one that I got in

Yo, friends I got a lotta and I gotta
Bend them and blend all the hottie
Spurts be like a mile a minute
Cuz I can either take it or, yo, I wild up in it
I'm pulling, yes, cuz dressed or threadbare they're nice
I my sides to tickle thighs when my head's there
I now sets so foul dips spread my rep
I sew the up like Schweppes, so many kids might fret

I'm bouncing dips like tits on chicks
Who be running track, then they be running back for
assured, it's absurd for her to be your linga
I get the finger, cuz she can't get the
Any longer, my can stretch and I'm stronger
I got the ding-a-ling to get you hot and bothered
Get the kinks out when my in the pink shout and scream
Butta second fling is but a

From day one I played hoes in the schoolyard, my heartless
But not for submerging, it ain't hurt men to merge in
My status from baddest to Tims, I'm more hips
Than gravity, and after the skins get hit, I'm
Arousing the next dousing the next my saliva
The liver ones cuz I don't try to run in no dumb
Some be swell, but my picks, so why
Get to flicks with boo boo heads, I screw you dead

I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man

Niggaz cling and get attached to on the flute
insane, I just be in and bang, get boots
For gosh that broad shakes, her thang to the whole game
The way the lips hang, it's a sad shame
Clapping when tapping, just hit the scraps and be at em
The breasts sag like they're
The skins are wrinkled, dry, worn and
em shattered, she's as fly as a maggot

The him I am, the man I'm him
Bustin skins out, I been stout erect checkin
I'm wreckin lips and clitorises, hit her with this
(Boom bow bang)
Swinging from my you-know-whats so you know
Are clapping tapping the guts on the late with your
my ego read those lipstick marks on my penal tip
(Ha-hah)
They don't lie, penis your dip to a fly despise
My description, why, when I'm making them lips

I hit it, I did it, I it
I quit it, yes, I knock the boots like I was Riddick
Bowe, get it, hoe, I get with
No, Boomerang broads with toes
Keep your corns on your husk, you
But if fly, I try to bust that
maximus, I wax and bust
I'm taxin to be the mack man Plus

Once I been women, friendship done been the sole outcome
How come skins can't their way in?
The question late night at her pad and
Scheming to grab and season, cuz in
I fiend getting mad horny, charges
Into me, seemingly hard miss
Let her know I was on it
Now I got on that crib I'm welcome back, 'cuz I'm Kotter

I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I myself the man
I call the man
I call the man