Lyrics Like Dem Man - Pharoah, P Money, Hyde

Like Dem Man

I don’t want name like dem man
I don’t want fame like dem man
I don’t wanna look lame like dem man
So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man
Man don’t care 'bout all that
That’s why man geared out all-black
Made three hundred bag last year though
Yeah, man shared out all that
They don’t wanna see my bike go past
When I tell them 'llow it, I’m a lifesaver
Black visor, looking Darth Vader
Stars want war till they see my lightsaber
Let me show you before Déjà
Before the grimy originator
I was banging out A, B and Cs
From one pad, acting like Sega
(Oh my god) She won’t ever say nada
When I put it on her, she don’t ever say nah
Cause when I pass through, it always gets messy
Man’s acting like Neymar (oh god)
Man’s still going hard (mad)
Dem man are still going halves (madder)
Said he shots boxes, can’t afford data
Definitely smoking half (ayy)
I don’t want name like dem man
I don’t want fame like dem man
I don’t wanna look lame like dem man
So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man
Man don’t care 'bout all that
That’s why man get that all-black
Made three hundred bag last year though
Yeah, man shared out all that
I don’t want name like dem man
I don’t want fame like dem man
I don’t wanna look lame like dem man
So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man
Man don’t care 'bout all that
That’s why man geared out all-black
Made three hundred bag last year though
Yo, gully man flow
Man think man could ramp me on road?
Dem fruity man best know
Gun to your girl, said «where your man go?»
Tell a kid stop screaming, calm down
Where your phone deh?
Call my man now (ring him)
Stop crying and tell him come round
Soon as him walk in, bare gun sound (brap)
Rahtid, so mi ah gwan
Walk in, gun inna hand like palm
My muscle man don’t know any leg or chest
My muscle man just know arms
All of a sudden, I’mma read out Psalm
Aim with the rifle purchased from farm
Aim at a man like «yo, wah gwan?
Everyting cool?
Everyting calm?»
Swag tun up when I turn it on
Gold teeth look like a block in 'Nam
Sweeten it up with serious charm
Indian gyal dem wan' give me naan
Know say mi bad from mi born
'Nuff man say that they’re bad from morn
Cyan understand that one
Cuh from morning’s not even long
Should’ve been called Big Ben
Cuh mi ah ring off now and then
Tek man’s wifey fi mi girlfriend
Cuh she tek ring off now and then
All dem man wan' talk 'bout leng
My response would be «how and when?»
My budget have serious spend
My Nokia speed dial hitmen
Where and when?
Type in «kill him» and then press send
Get a text back there in ten
Dash 'way SIM card there and then
(Madder) You know my ting
Worldwide gang, I own my ting
Tek di wah and left di wah?
Eediat bwoy, man tek the whole ting
I don’t want name like dem man
I don’t want fame like dem man
I don’t wanna look lame like dem man
So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man
Man don’t care 'bout all that
That’s why man geared out all-black
Made three hundred bag last year though
I don’t want name like dem man
I don’t want fame like dem man
I don’t wanna look lame like dem man
So I don’t rock Balmain like dem man
Man don’t care 'bout all that
That’s why man geared out all-black
Made three hundred bag last year though
Yeah, man shared out all that