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Oh yes, this is
This is direct from what we call 'The Funk
This is a total dope, phat one, know I'm sayin'?
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 Soul Train, not American

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

Fly like Knievel, like a BMW
You knew I could bring trouble to
A cordless, you can't afford this, don't get aboard this
Unless you got the fever for a Pringle

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

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

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

I know your fantasy, don't stay, I ain't
When I used to juggle 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 can't afford
I wreck shops and got props from New to Cali
I'm Big Willie, you silly from the valley

Ain't nuttin' changed, a minute, I'm a liar
The crib is definitely 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, keeps on slipping)

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

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

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

Keep a pen and a pad on
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, you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your Johnson

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

the man?
(The Heavster, time on slipping)

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

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