Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Piano Man, artist - G-Unit.
Date of issue: 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 |