L.E.$. - The Man lyrics
rate meFt. A$ton Matthews
(Intro)
Purple in my muthafuckin' cone
Let a nigga get up in my zone
Heard they talkin' down, I neva trip
In the cut parlayin' with yo bitch
Paper be a nigga' motivation
Ain't with all the gangstas pussy playn
Try to tell em suckas this my town
Playa, why you hatin'? Lemme shine!
(Verse: Le$)
Ok, I'm deep in the game and bitches see that I'm holdin'
Look like yo money is funny, and I ain't with all that jokin'
Boy, the fuck is you smokin'? That reggie must got you trippin'
I might be high when I'm flippin' but I will neva be slippin'
Them otha niggas is lame, that ain't no bizzt t-chain
That ain't no rolex down, you tryna fuck up the game
I'm gettin' hand in that foreign but I'm still switchin' them lanes
One of the thrillest to do it, my nigga, simple and plain
(Hook)
Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)
Really ain't that hard to understand (understand)
Crippin' on the grain erratic chrome (erratic chrome)
Keep it chip off in my cell phone (in my phone)
Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)
Hustlin' with the million dolla plan (got the plan)
Leanin' off the soda, blowin' skunk (blowin' skunk)
Bitch, yo shit ain't bumpin' in the trunk (in the trunk)
(Verse 2: A$ton Matthews)
Gettin' face while a nigga work the weed
Choppa ready in the buildin', you should know the deed
25 to live, know this shit is comin' sick
These cowards always naggin', neva catch em on their feet
Know who's braggin', lonely gangster fall on when it's actin'
Always hungry, neva had shit
Finna chirp, lil homie, that's tragic
Switch lanes to the addict, hop out cuz I'm hot here
And there's money to make and bitches to break
And plans to plot and severin' plane(?)
Paper don't sit still, niggas flip, we switch gears
Stackin' paper, I spin it fast and so I hustle harder
Breakin' bitches, they run a track to the re-up stackin'
Cross the border, place yo order, now lil momma bust it open
That lick be flowin', which race ya goin'? Already know it
We the chosen, baby, this some gangsta poet
Gin and 40s. caprice and stunters
Gold ferarris, ya know the story
Le$ bossin' to the H-Town
They got the smell(?) now
(Hook)
Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)
Really ain't that hard to understand (understand)
Crippin' on the grain erratic chrome (erratic chrome)
Keep it chip off in my cell phone (in my phone)
Betta ask em bitches who the man (who the man)
Hustlin' with the million dolla plan (got the plan)
Leanin' off the soda, blowin' skunk (blowin' skunk)
Bitch, yo shit ain't bumpin' in the trunk (in the trunk)
