Section Boyz - Be Like Man lyrics

[Hook: Inch] Man a real warlord, man a real badman Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang Man pure right fist, man bare backhand Dem likkle man dere wan' be like man Man a real warlord, man a real badman Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang Man pure right fist, man bare backhand Dem likkle man dere wan' be like man [Verse 1: Swift] Man bang with that brap brap Look 'pon the goonsdem Look 'pon the gang Watch that gyal look peng like pack Look 'pon the shoes can't kick it with man Pick up my zoot and pump on amn' Quick flick out the tool and splash that man Look how she takes out her b**bs And shake that back Tracksuit man thought jeans was scratch [Verse 2: Deepee] Ugh, got d** on us Got d** on us Bare buds on the jaw I'll pa**, don't like your gyal she's a f**ing jar But try come to the vid shakin' her bums and tits That's d** on us Panties and bra And heat for my family I'll blast Man's so active I gotta throwback Pick 2 dot dots, no mask Had to work hard for the E-cla** Shuttin' work while I was in cla** Shutdown shoobs, dance You're good but you sound like you listen to us On your strip cause your mission ain't pa**ed Pick up a brick then break it in parts [Hook: Inch] Man a real warlord, man a real badman Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang Man pure right fist, man bare backhand Dem likkle man dere wan' be like man Man a real warlord, man a real badman Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang Man pure right fist, man bare backhand Dem likkle man dere wan' be like man [Verse 3: Sleeks] They can never be man, no never I was doin' road with gang You was sitttin' down with gyal I got loads of green in the T house Room smelling like damn I got a long coat with a bang bang, tryna smoke them man I might skrr skrr on the 2 wheels or a blacked-out van Pull up skrr run for your life n***as ain't bangin' they lyin' Trapping ain't dead Still tryna break down pies IPhone dead But my line on trap trap trap all the time [Verse 4: Littlez] Ugh, they know that we run this Got peng gyal, lowered they undies On the road gotta dodge the undies Got the trap jumpin' like bungie Lifestyle with the brodies Man do bare jooks and ganjas Man ah boy man like babies Them man just moist like Pampers From long time man ah been on tings Had cats cued up in a long line Roll with Kane in the fast-lane But a tongue-gyal wan' taste mine Man ah watch man like widescreen Blow in the red with a red beam Jump out the van like the A-Team Man can't be like my team [Verse 5 : Knine] Feds at the door Akh in the hallway with the boom boom Tell a gyal jump on it and ride it 'til it boom boom Pardon, see me with gang Or in my Jim Jones like I'm from Harlem Section season, hundred Spartans, hundred goons Bury that rah-tah in the garden if it's been used We was low-lifes on the weekend, 4 ninas in the shoe box You what? Free the gangdem out the big box Rumble a T rocks, hoes down Gs up [Hook: Inch] Man a real warlord, man a real badman Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang Man pure right fist, man bare backhand Dem likkle man dere wan' be like man Man a real warlord, man a real badman Man look at the shoedem, look how they hang Man pure right fist, man bare backhand Dem likkle man dere wan' be like man