Truck North

Truck North - The Man lyrics

rate me

(What they don't understand,

Is that I'm the motherfucking man!)

Number one chief rocker,

Lord of the Underground,

Now, I consider wacker,

The certain he mergered

Make waiting for the doctor.

When I'm wanna bring the storm

Like a motherfucking doppler,

Oh, then I'm born up the London

Like the Opper,

The narcotics in the pockets

And a pretty young popper.

She better o me proper

In the airplane bathrooms

Scuffing up ...

Her mamma was beneath her

Apple buns, so what runs in

Her family, but her dad can't stand me

'cause he knows that I am

Who he was twice as better

I'm like whoever you can come up,

The sun's down, the sun up,

I'm creeping on him to come up.

here's no side to sun up,

But bitch, if you want her

You ca have her,

Don't worry, I won't save her.

But if you get the pussy

Then consider it a favor.

They say I got the flavor,

I grab the microphone

And they consider me a savior,

And if I hit your home,

It ain't nothing like a neighbor,

Ace in the place means

Peace! See you later!

When I spit, I get a hundred damn haters,

I'm the man!

(Fuck this place!)

Aye, yo, niggers couldn't hang with a nuice,

Truth! Top that, you ain't got a shot, choose!

So now you got a choice, is to stay up on a roof,

But my crew so alive, yeah, that's word to my uncle Luke.

I've got the juice, but never will I spill it,

Don't call me Juice, 'cause you know that I'm a killer,

He got too high up on his skillers

So he talking to the flames,

Burned down the kitchen just to get himself a name.

I'm the man, yet, still, you got to put me on,

Getting pissy drunk off a Barbellion,

Word is gone in the U-con,

Rocking on skins, it felt like a time machine when I hopped in.

Money making jam boys, making mad noise on the set,

Holmes, get bowled and get stomped out like a step show,

But it ain't nothing better than the next, though,

I'm not one of ya, just the quickest way to the coroner,

Boom goes the motherfucking dynamite smoking on

Rules are getting higher than a satellite,

I don't need a ruler, 'cause I do it like a king,

Old school, Jarry low is raving trumps in the rain, understand,

I'm the man!

(Fuck this place!)

I'm the man!

(Fuck this place!)

Ah, I've got lyrics to go,

I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,

Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.

So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!

I've got lyrics to go,

I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,

Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.

So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!

I've got lyrics to go

I've got lyrics to go

I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,

Real feeling O.G.'s always get their dough.

So put your hands in the air and the money on the floor!

Peace from the East when I war like a Grizzly,

Basic Man, he get busy when I;m doing the most.

Brake fast on the ten, now the niggers is toast.

Cooked the suckers like a roast, now I'm hitting the coast.

I've got lyrics to go

I've got lyrics to go

I make a sucker disappear like a magic show,

Real feeling O.G.

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