my girlfriend Bitch, I'm the man I, I, I'm the man I, I, I'm the man I, I, I'm the man Bitch, I'm the man, I, I, I'm the man Got no wife but the white
Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend
it's me i'm da man who touched da man for them forty keys. I'm da man sold em forty went and bought a hundred piece. In da club D4L and Triple C's a
Prijevod: D4L. Budući da sam pon.
Prijevod: D4L. Ja sam čovjek (Remix).
i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, Bitch i'm tha man, I I I'm tha man, got no wife but the white be my girlfriend, I
it's me i'm da man who touched da man for them forty keys. I'm da man sold em forty went and bought a hundred piece. In da club D4L and Triple C's a hundred
bathroom floor Out the back window I make a escape Don't even get a chance to grab my old school tape Mad with no music but happy 'cause I'm free And
s under siege nigga dont get caught up Im a 4th ave lake street ridin ass nigga Still a ? superior executioner Da bomb M-i-d-w-e-s-t mirage Da killa
I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got money man, stuntman I got money man, I got
, i'm slim, blame it on him, 50 rent it, ''i don't have time emmy'', alright then, trengy i look like a fool, i'm so f***** cool, the way i dress, the
HOOD 5 so i gave em that 6, then i wrote that 7 and i already 8, Aint hungry no more i got 9 I'm STRAIGHT! I never thought I'd be in this mansion only
I hit the nigga wit a right, then I swing a left Kept on dropping B's after B's till I'm out of breath Then I took a knife and cut the fool til he bloody
a fuck) Why the attitude Nena rache' got the sauce I'm mad casue the chiefs lost I'm pissed off In Kansas City I'm str8 from the abis Tech N9ne I got
attitude Nena rache' got the sauce I'm mad casue the chiefs lost I'm peessed off In Kansas City I'm str8 from the abyss Tech N9ne I got the planet rock
in my head man I swore I lucked up Wasn't countin' all the butter I spreaded on you So true now, why would I play you bitch I made you I'm not talkin
lucky hoe, a couple of years ago I'da prob'ly cut your throat Fuck it though, what I'm spendin' somethin' on an knuck ?em for This well-known flow, man I
