| Geah; |
| up in this booth, so let me introduce
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| myself to all the haters that debate on what I do
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| Yeah, they in my face but I fade away and shoot
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| I — beat up the basket that’s the way I do
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| Yuh! |
| Just like a bottle of vodka, I’m Absolut
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| The proof is in the product, I’m hotter, and that’s the truth
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| I squish the competition with the bottom of my shoe
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| But competition is none, so what am I to do?
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| And I was worth it, yeah — since they birthed me
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| But now I’ve murdered these verses put 'em in hearses
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| I, ate all the food on my plate but I am thirsty
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| From open mics, the flashing lights, I learned it
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| And what I learned is the game ain’t for certain
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| So I live my life, I ain’t worried
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| while I fly my high behind curtains
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| Down South hustlin, came up from nothin
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| Trap in the apartment, with a controlled substance
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| Livin with my momma, 'til I got busted
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| Down on my dick, maybe start back hustlin
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| Moto' crack workin, so I’m bailin money
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| Sick cell phone, distributin to the junkies
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| McDonald trap got me gettin to the money
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| Turn the warm water then I count up the hundreds
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| Murder by trap, hand it down for the zombie
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| One trap car and it was mainly for the junkie
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| Been a damn man ever since I was a young’n
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| Blue color chain like it came from Yonkers
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| Candy colored jewelry like my name was Willy Wonka
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| Came to the club, truck tall like a Tonka
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| I, am the man, makin jumbo
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| Keep the game hot like a big pot of gumbo
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| Do dumb shit, but don’t be thinkin that I’m dum, bro
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| Watch what you say, I hear it all like I’m Dumbo
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| You say you wanna rumble? |
| Is your dumb hoe?
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| Toe to toe you’re bound to stutter or stumble
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| Take your tough talk down to a mumble
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| It ain’t goin down in my house, like Mutumbo
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| But it’s definitely an honor
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| to light your scaff' up for the money like I’m a brawner
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| brother, brother I consider it a pleasure
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| to break you down to minimum measure, just for the leasure
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| (The leasure?) Oh shit, my bad, I mean the leisure
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| Forgot who I was talkin to like I got amnesia
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| Damn, back on the track again, the mack is back again
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| Get the word out to them boys and tell 'em pack it in |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song I Am The Man , by - B.o.B. Song from the album B.o.B vs. Bobby Ray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп