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Oh yes, is special
This is direct from what we call Funk House'
This is a total dope, phat one, know what I'm
And this is how done, uh

I did good in my hood as a
The Heavster was a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Jackson jammed
I dug Train, not American Bandstand

The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right
As a of fact, I'm all that
So, around the Rosie, oopsy, daisy
turvy, you never heard of me, you don't deserve me

Fly Knievel, drive like a BMW
You never knew I bring trouble to
A cordless, you afford this, don't get aboard this flavor
Unless you got the flavor for a Pringle

Come be a single, let me see you mingle, jingle,
Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bo
(Here is something you understand)
Tell me y'all, the man?

the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
Who's the
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
the man?
(The Heavster, time on slipping)

Yes, too many brothers be fakin' moves or frontin'
Peace to all the on the block, drinkin' and passin' brew
Money tried to flip but he got
Said, it was his corner, let him know his corner's on my

I know your fantasy, stay, I ain't Jodeci
When I to juggle y'all was crumbs, who didn't notice me?
But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV
On the radio liver stereo, clean

All of a I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous
But back in the day you used to say, you afford this
I wreck shops and got props New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally the valley

Ain't nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm a
The crib is doper and the girls a lot flyer
(Here is something you understand)
So, tell me y'all, the man?

the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)

Who's the Who's the man? Who's the man
one, phenomenon two
Who's the man? I said, this here, is official

Back in the day, I used to punch clocks, now I'm drippin'
And countin' loot and hoops and lookin' cute
In tailored suits, for the over weight lover
Undercover, over

You know my MO, I do well on the stage show
I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad
Flip flop, who's the bigger one? Quick to one
Two, three, two, one, ah

a pen and a pad on stash
I to crab the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash
I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your

dips, money grips
I know the 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is you can't understand)
So, tell me y'all, the man?

the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)

Everything here, is phat, what I'm sayin'?
Don't take it the way but I'm lettin' you know
For the last time, here is official
is fat

Who's the
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)
the man?
(The Heavster, time on slipping)
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