Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Piano Man , by - G-Unit. Release date: 31.12.2007
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Piano Man |
| I’m a work of art |
| The ghetto version of Mozart |
| Yeah, ha ha |
| I move the keys, they call me the piano man |
| I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man |
| I do my thang, me and my Beretta man |
| I got that girl, you want her come and get her man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| Cartier glasses, Cartier belt |
| Cartier watch tell me time somewhere else |
| Like Germany, Sweden and Serbia |
| Nigga want two birds and I’m servin' ya |
| I’ma ball like Julius Irving, Iverson and Manning |
| I got the cannon in that two-door Phantom |
| Nigga hundred E-X shit, suicide doors |
| Get a top a low fade, now the body lookin' hard |
| These snake ass niggas is reptiles |
| 'Til I shoot 'em up, fill 'em up with projectiles |
| Yay' got the best styles, Yay' got the best clothes |
| Yay' got the best weed, Yay' got the best hoes, YEAH! |
| I move the keys, they call me the piano man |
| I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man |
| I do my thang, me and my Beretta man |
| I got that girl, you want her come and get her man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| Yeah, uhh |
| Fresh out the rim shop, my wheels tick-tock |
| My steel six shots, the paint flip-flop |
| My charm trucky, that’s why they wan' fuck me |
| Two-oh-seven McLaren, body like Buffy |
| Ol' head get rusty, and I’m a can of oil |
| If hip-hop do that, a hundred grand’ll boil |
| We show up at your bougie event, get your body hung |
| Slide you all over the stage like Omarion |
| Then leave the party calm, on a Pepsi and Bacardi bomb |
| Bail ain’t nothin', I make a Gotti bond |
| Magician, I could make a dollar flip |
| Stick a whole Corona bottle in a model chick |
| I move the keys, they call me the piano man |
| I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man |
| I do my thang, me and my Beretta man |
| I got that girl, you want her come and get her man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| I’m rich than a muh’fucker ridin' in the dirty-ass Phantom |
| We kill undercovers down here, we can’t stand 'em |
| Fill up the door panels, and stuff the floorboards |
| I could fit a hundred in a Honda Accord |
| Blood of a drug lord, brain of a baller |
| Hand of a hustler, I’m all about a dollar |
| E’rybody’s a customer, nobody’s a friend |
| Somebody gotta do it, anybody can win |
| If I, did it then I can, do it now |
| When we, get 'em in we just, ship 'em out |
| A Gucci briefcase, dressed in a suit and tie |
| Cartiers, you can tell that I |
| I move the keys, they call me the piano man |
| I’m classically trained, nobody do it better man |
| I do my thang, me and my Beretta man |
| I got that girl, you want her come and get her man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |
| Call me the piano man, call me the piano man |