Heavy D - Who's The Man? lyrics

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Heavy D - Who's The Man? lyrics

Oh yes this is special This is direct from what we call The Funk House This is a total dope phat one, knowhatI'msayin? And this is how it's done, UHH! [Verse 1:] 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 n***a is back and I'm on the right track As a matter of fact, I'm ALLL THAT So ring around the Rosie, oopsy-daisy Topsy turvy, you never heard of me you don't deserve me Fly like Kinievel, 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. Bojangles (Here is something you can't understand) Tell me y'all, who's the man? [Chorus: x4] Who's the man? (The Heavster) ("Time keeps on slipping...") [Verse 2:] Yes, too many brothers be fakin moves, or frontin grooves Peace to all the brothers on the block, drinkin and pa**in 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? [Chorus] Who's the man? [x3] Phenomenon one, phenomenon two Who's the man? Like I said, this here, is official [Verse 3:] 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, ahhh! 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 Honeydips, 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? [Chorus] Everything here, is phat, knowhatI'msayin? Don't take it the wrong way, but I'm lettin you know For the last time, this here is official This is fat [Chorus: repeat to fade]

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