Lyrics:
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
Mississippi, they want me in Old Cheyenne
Wherever you may look tonight, you will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea
Working
One, two
Yes, The Roots layin' back, real-xin
Coolin' out with my man Malik be
We call him Sla-xon
Ya know what I'm sayin? We in effect
Mo like
matter how big I don't care
One who can love me up
And pour juice in my cup (Tender love)
Man is not a man if
((Him a)) no worker man
Man is
strawberry jocking me so early
Hoe, you want a hit, you gotta get your knees dirty
Now, that's my life, that's how it's cut
"Hey, dope man" Bitch, shut
first SMACK event
You ain't run into me by
Accident before my crash pussy
Swear To God you ain't see me at a concert
Backstage and ask can you have my
and consideration
For my fellow man
But when lip service to some
Mysterious deity permit's bestiality on
Wednesday and absolution on Sunday
- cash me out
But aren't
a self made man, self made man
I'm a self made man, self made man
I'm a self made man, self made man
I done did what I had to, grind on my own two
Feet
embarrassed, you're a threat to mankind
That's a lie
You know what my records is about, man
You know how much money we get, man, come on
(You're a liar)
Me
come walk by my side (my hood, oh)
They don't want me to shine, women's group, my god (shine, god)
Now don't get it twisted, I do support 'em, but why
man
She say she like my thing
My black man thing
My black man thing
My black man
I've got loads we don't fucking need a sperm bank
You can drive by
Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Music is my time machine
So call me
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Fuck
prove?
To be totally locked up by you
(Tell me what a man gotta do)
So what a man gotta do? (What a man gotta do?)
What a man gotta do? (What a man
Everybody dead man
We all dead cuz we all sin
Don't mind me I'm a dead man I died man
Christ brought me back to too many times man
His blood got my hair
on me like a young O.G, I'm a classic man
Your needs get met by the street, elegant old-fashioned man
Yeah, baby, I'm a classic man
I burn through
Call me up to Your side
Draw me up to Your light
Let it blind me
Lord, refine me
Refine me out of my mind
Music by Peter Furler / Lyrics by Peter
man winner man
Winner man winner man
You conquer my enemies, whenever they're gathered against me
With you I never lost a battle
You are always by my
see me in the streets man do not say oh wayne
say WEEZY BABY
holla atcha boys man
im still doin it wit my boy FEE
u gotta feel me man
thats the boy
[Adam Sandler]:
Hey how ya doin'? My name's Barry Lakin and I'm here with the man on the street
Quiz. This weeks's show is a doozy man, it really is.
uh
Man see I remember when I was like fifteen years old and my dad took me to the studio--
I know this is random I'm just trying to take you guys
Said they wanna ban my tunes like Banton
But they can't ban me, I'll ban them (nah, yeah)
No, they can't tan me, man'll just tan them (wah? Yeah)
to me
I got Bobby by the pound, Whitney by the key
DJ Screw by the gallon, bitch the game belong to me
Man I pull up in your city and get my Bush
"nah"
Like, Dave Lighty fucked with me, my nigga Mel brought me to a bunch of labels
Jessica Rivera, man
I'm not gonna say nothin' to mess my
this look easy ain't as easy as it look
And this beat stook in my head it got me singing on the hook
Do it by the book
No I don't do it by the book
Do it
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