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

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

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

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

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

the man?
(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, time on slipping)

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

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

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

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

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

Who's the man? Who's the man? 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 props
And loot and shootin' hoops and lookin' cute
In suits, made for the over weight lover
Undercover, cover

You my MO, I do damn well on the stage show
I'm gettin' by the pound and I got mad flow
Flip flop, who's the one? Quick to figure 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 to Johnny Carson
And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your

Honey dips, grips
I know the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the 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 I'm sayin'?
Don't take it the wrong way but I'm you know
For the last time, this is official
is fat

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