Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song I Am The Man, artist - B.o.B. Album song B.o.B vs. Bobby Ray, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 17.01.2011
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: B.o.B
Song language: English
I Am The Man |
Geah; |
up in this booth, so let me introduce |
myself to all the haters that debate on what I do |
Yeah, they in my face but I fade away and shoot |
I — beat up the basket that’s the way I do |
Yuh! |
Just like a bottle of vodka, I’m Absolut |
The proof is in the product, I’m hotter, and that’s the truth |
I squish the competition with the bottom of my shoe |
But competition is none, so what am I to do? |
And I was worth it, yeah — since they birthed me |
But now I’ve murdered these verses put 'em in hearses |
I, ate all the food on my plate but I am thirsty |
From open mics, the flashing lights, I learned it |
And what I learned is the game ain’t for certain |
So I live my life, I ain’t worried |
while I fly my high behind curtains |
Down South hustlin, came up from nothin |
Trap in the apartment, with a controlled substance |
Livin with my momma, 'til I got busted |
Down on my dick, maybe start back hustlin |
Moto' crack workin, so I’m bailin money |
Sick cell phone, distributin to the junkies |
McDonald trap got me gettin to the money |
Turn the warm water then I count up the hundreds |
Murder by trap, hand it down for the zombie |
One trap car and it was mainly for the junkie |
Been a damn man ever since I was a young’n |
Blue color chain like it came from Yonkers |
Candy colored jewelry like my name was Willy Wonka |
Came to the club, truck tall like a Tonka |
I, am the man, makin jumbo |
Keep the game hot like a big pot of gumbo |
Do dumb shit, but don’t be thinkin that I’m dum, bro |
Watch what you say, I hear it all like I’m Dumbo |
You say you wanna rumble? |
Is your dumb hoe? |
Toe to toe you’re bound to stutter or stumble |
Take your tough talk down to a mumble |
It ain’t goin down in my house, like Mutumbo |
But it’s definitely an honor |
to light your scaff' up for the money like I’m a brawner |
brother, brother I consider it a pleasure |
to break you down to minimum measure, just for the leasure |
(The leasure?) Oh shit, my bad, I mean the leisure |
Forgot who I was talkin to like I got amnesia |
Damn, back on the track again, the mack is back again |
Get the word out to them boys and tell 'em pack it in |