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Oh yes, is special
This is direct from what we call 'The 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 was never a punkster, no sir
No ma'am, hot damn, me and Jackson jammed
I dug Soul Train, not Bandstand

The bigger nigga is and I'm on the right track
As a of fact, I'm all that
So, ring around the Rosie, oopsy,
Topsy turvy, you never heard of me, you deserve me

Fly Knievel, drive like a BMW
You never knew I could 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 Jr. was Mr. Bo jangles
(Here is you can't understand)
me y'all, who's the man?

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

Yes, too brothers be fakin' moves or frontin' grooves
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 on my block

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 stereo, lookin' clean

All of a sudden I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm
But back in the day you used to say, you can't afford
I wreck and got props from New York to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly from the valley

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

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

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

Back in the day, I used to punch clocks, now I'm props
And countin' loot and shootin' and lookin' cute
In suits, made 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 one? Quick to figure one
Two, three, two, one, ah

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

dips, money grips
I the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix
(Here is something you understand)
So, tell me y'all, the man?

the man?
(The Heavster, keeps on slipping)

Everything here, is phat, know what I'm
Don't take it the wrong way but I'm you know
For the time, this here is official
is fat

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