love man, yeah, yeah, yeah, I am a love man.... I'm a hootchie cootchie man And I'm doing all I can, I just love to tease, I would do anything to please
all white, call it Scott Storch You don't feel me, ice grill me Hate so bad, you wanna kill me What it be, dog? We getting money here Wanna snitch, man
it's about that time White man had a problem with mine And we suppose to be shy The revolution still applies Probably still on the rise Goodbye to all the love
is so my contact will break up your man I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man 'Coz I do
got scratch like a DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that
dog die in they arms I'm from Detroit nigga, smuggler's heaven Lions, Tigers and bears, gorillas, snakes; man the jungle is present Go ahead and play hard man
want the Louis and the Chloe And thats what she'll get after she do me and blow me Black, white and Indian she'll take from any man But when we are finished
I'm from the land of them straight razor face beard niggas With hammers on their waist, yeah, waste rare niggas And I race scared niggas, them snake head
DJ I used to want to be like, I used to want to be like Mike, but the man in the mirror don't know if he's black or white And that makes me mad (Backwards
whoever got that white is winning like Charlie Sheen [Verse 2 - T-Pain] Teddy Pain, Teddy Pain, bad man, bad man Make shots, boom, boom, boom, boom, bang Man
is so my contact will break up your man I'm a gentleman, my contract's a shake of a hand I make it hard so, only God could wake up your man 'cause I do
s a bad cop You feel me fam? The devil's got a plan That's why Farrakhan formed a Million Man up in Washington The Hidden Hand even planned this man
gang tackled By the other hand swingin' the rope Wearin' red, white and blue, Jack and his crew The guy's authorized beat down for the brown Man to the man
that brand new Benz, loud pipes 'em up Got that Avalanche truck, alligator in the trunk Got the snake on the floor of a Bentley, heads up Them white
Man, I can sell anything, mane I got the mouth piece of a pimp, man Who want it, who want it? I can sell it, I can sell it Who need it, who need it?
not a new tattoo dedicated to you As the ink and the blood mix with pain It's a man on a white horse goin' nowhere And the man has no face or no name
good 'n' bad things about the South, boy Oh, and some leave a bitter taste in my mouth, now Yeah, like the black man livin' across the track White man
