Heavy D & The Boys

Heavy D & The Boys - Who's The Man? lyrics

rate me

Oh yes, this is special

This is direct from what we call 'The Funk House'

This is a total dope, phat one, know what I'm sayin'?

And this is how it's done, uh

I did good in my hood as a youngster

The Heavster was never a punkster, no sir

No ma'am, hot damn, me and Michael Jackson jammed

I dug Soul Train, not American Bandstand

The bigger nigga is back and I'm on the right track

As a matter of fact, I'm all that

So, ring around the Rosie, oopsy, daisy

Topsy turvy, you never heard of me, you don't deserve me

Fly like Knievel, drive like a BMW

You never knew I could bring trouble to

A cordless, you can't afford this, don't get aboard this flavor

Unless you got the fever flavor for a Pringle

Come be a single, let me see you mingle, jingle, dangle

Sammy Davis Jr. was Mr. Bo jangles

(Here is something you can't understand)

Tell me y'all, who's the man?

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Yes, too many brothers be fakin' moves or frontin' grooves

Peace to all the brothers on the block, drinkin' and passin' brew

Money tried to flip but he got flopped

Said, it was his corner, let him know his corner's on my block

I know your fantasy, don't stay, I ain't Jodeci

When I used to juggle y'all was crumbs, who didn't notice me?

But now you see me in a magazine, on your TV screen

On the radio liver stereo, lookin' clean

All of a sudden I'm attractive, I'm handsome, I'm gorgeous

But back in the day you used to say, you can't afford this

I wreck shops and got props from New York to Cali

I'm Big Willie, you silly Sally from the valley

Ain't nuttin' changed, wait a minute, I'm a liar

The crib is definitely doper and the girls a lot flyer

(Here is something you can't understand)

So, tell me y'all, who's the man?

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Who's the man? Who's the man? Who's the man

Phenomenon one, phenomenon two

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

Back in the day, I used to punch clocks, now I'm drippin' props

And countin' loot and shootin' hoops and lookin' cute

In tailored suits, made for the over weight lover

Undercover, over cover

You know my MO, I do damn well on the stage show

I'm gettin' paid by the pound and I got mad flow

Flip flop, who's the bigger one? Quick to figure one

Two, three, two, one, ah

Keep a pen and a pad on stash

I used to crab the last, now I flow for dough and I rhyme for cash

I'm glad to say goodnight to Johnny Carson

And brother, where you rub it 'fore you catch the magic in your Johnson

Honey dips, money grips

I know the difference 'cause I learned tricks in the ghetto mix

(Here is something you can't understand)

So, tell me y'all, who's the man?

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Everything here, is phat, know what I'm sayin'?

Don't take it the wrong way but I'm lettin' you know

For the last time, this here is official

This is fat

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

Who's the man?

(The Heavster, time keeps on slipping)

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