truck north – the man lyrics
(what they don’t understand,
is that i’m the motherf-cking 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 motherf-cking 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 b-tch, if you want her
you ca have her,
don’t worry, i won’t save her.
but if you get the p-ssy
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 d-mn haters,
i’m the man!
(f-ck this place!)
aye, yo, n-gg-rs 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 p-ssy 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 motherf-cking 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!
(f-ck this place!)
i’m the man!
(f-ck 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 n-gg-rs 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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