Lyrics:
man man I got Grams
Bud man man man man man man
Bud man man man man man man
Whoa give me the pack and then look at it watch how it go
I am the one that
just..wasted off 'em."
Joe: "That's a lot of beer for a man to drink."
M2: "Man, I gotta pea pretty soon, man."
Joe: "You didn't dump 'em out in the woods,
and the constitution, reflect the thinking
Of the founding fathers, that this was, to be a nation
By white people, and for white people. Native americans,
Blacks,
an inferior!
Arthur: Well I am king
Man: Oh, king, eh, very nice
And how'd you get that, eh?
(he reaches his destination and stops
Dropping the cart)
By
Mandela did not fight enough
And what not, you know
So much misinformation man
But that's South Africa man
Mandela went to jail for twenty seven years
may look tonight,
You will see this wanted man
I might be in Colorado or Georgia by the sea,
Working for some man who may not know at all who I might
do yeah
I love that money not as much as I love you
And these feelings I got for you, only if you knew knew knew knew
Money Man Money Man Money Man
hit on shit
They'll set you up for the loot shit, man
Thinking that's your bitch, better have your shit
Better have quick hands like Gucci Mane
to freeze the clock, take the hands of time and cuff 'em
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
Cinderella Man, Cinderella Man
There's a storm comin' that
a real man
A lover and a fighter and he'll knock a nucca out
Don't take him for a sucker 'cause that's what he's about
Every time I need him, he always
the breaks
That's how it is my friend don't make no mistake
Man has to take some action all of the time
Man by his nature's never satisfied
Man just
man winner man
Because I am a winner man winner man
Winner man winner man
That I am a winner man winner man
Winner man winner man
Because I am a winner
Organised Crime man
run round let’s fry man
If get charged for the M that’s life man
I ain’t tryna do no time man
yo hold on where’s my man
hop out try
on a fan ting
Ten toes up, caught man, he was panting
Prs gonna paid for a Phantom
And a home gym in a hillside mansion
My bars make man take action
make me slap you
Look, like, wait till I catch you
Look, man are like "that's that black yout"
Went Jools Holland in my tracksuit
Rep for the scene like
him
Man, I appre-, I love him for that
And at this time, you know I didn't have a deal
I had songs, and I had relationships with all these A&R's
how many's done for that
I'll leave that shit for another man
Get the pack and do the running man (running man, running man)
Get the pack and do
rapture
I figured, perhaps ya, a say it slam
For my mellow my man
The way we do it like this
That, for my mellow my man
It's like that for my
Take it global
That's what I was made for
And I got the talent
Man, that's my weapon
And I got the resource
The Bible and prayer man
And I'm in the team
Take it global
That's what I was made for
And I got the talent
Man, that's my weapon
And I got the resource
The Bible and prayer man
And I'm in the team
The God that created the poor
Is the same God that created the rich
I did not born to be poor in this life
If you are rich today
Another man
man, fuck what they lookin' at
I'm in that hot thang, gutter lane
Dippin' with the wood grain
So fuckin' hood, man, they call me the boogeyman
In
niggas yeh
fuck them other niggas cuz the sqad is my niggas
and if
u aint sqad then u not my nigga
thats how that shit go man its ya boy weezy BABY
whn you
because I'm all that in the sack
Smoking purple shit from Urkel
Y'all niggas turtles I'm runnin' circles yeah
Pac-Man, Pac-Man, Pac-Man, Pac-Man
I'ma keep
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