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letra de i'm the man lyrics (feat. j. black & jah free) - kurupt

gangstas rule the world still.
yeah.
and y’all was mad before this.
george and shawn b-tch.

they ask me why i do it,
cause i f-ckin can.
ask about me b-tch,
i’m the f-ckin man.
ask about me homie,
i’m the f-ckin man.
all around the city,
i’m the f-ckin man.

they ask me why i do it, cause i f-ckin can.
spend a hundred mil if i snap the rubber band.
i turn a couple dollars to a couple grand.
i can stand on the beach, post up and hustle sand.
the hatas can hate, love the hustlers love.
i went from rags to riches, getting something from crumbs.
now you son of a b-tches can meet the son of a gun.
every couple of months i just double my funds.
dudes talking there speak but keep b-mpin there guns.
don’t get carried away, they could be dumber then dumb.
girls come and they go, with me they come and they come.
and they come and they come, and they come and they come.

they ask me why i do it,
cause i f-ckin can.
ask about me b-tch,
i’m the f-ckin man.
ask about me homie,
i’m the f-ckin man.
all around the city,
i’m the f-ckin man.

she said i f-ck the best, cause i’m the f-ckin man.
i got them d’s on my sh-t because i f-ckin can.
i’m the man homie, fifty grand homie.
at the liquor store posted, fifty grand on me.
neechie move slowly, or slowly get moved.
chisel and chipped run through your hood on thugs servin.
swervin like look it here cuz.
this is our spot, officially today.
unless you want the message, you should officially walk away.
i’m sinister, prime minister, doc oc.
a menace motherf-cker, for the weed and the guap.
respect it, shootin at the cops.
while i pop, bang up.
you don’t walk hard no more, i’m in the land.
i’m everything you ain’t, that’s what i am.
i got movie star hoes all across the land.
brazilianz from chili and palestein and japan.

they ask me why i do it,
cause i f-ckin can.
ask about me b-tch,
i’m the f-ckin man.
ask about me homie,
i’m the f-ckin man.
all around the city,
i’m the f-ckin man.

they ask me why i do it, i don’t even try.
they just hatin on me because they couldn’t be this fly.
as if the life i lead, that’s the reason why.
there’s a 65′ impala, i don’t need a key to drive.
the reaction i get, when i’m p-ssin your set.
is like a roller coaster ride my p-ssenger gets.
i’m flyer then fly, i’m flashy and fresh.
drivin something that look like i wrote nasa a cheque.
you remain in the struggle, but you claim that you hustle.
only nuts you ever had was pain in your muscle.
i came from the rubble, a lot of danger and trouble.
i’m back to play baby, while the games in a huddle.
so keep the chains baby, headed straight out the funnel.
i make it rain baby, you can bathe in a puddle.
i’m a hold you down, six summers down.
i ain’t the government but i’m the f-ckin man.

they ask me why i do it,
cause i f-ckin can.
ask about me b-tch,
i’m the f-ckin man.
ask about me homie,
i’m the f-ckin man.
all around the city,
i’m the f-ckin man.

cheers, i’m the f-ckin man.
you motherf-ckers, i’m the f-ckin man.
b-tches, i’m the f-ckin man.
all motherf-ckers, i’m the f-ckin man.
b-tches, i’m the f-ckin man.
you motherf-ckers, i’m the f-ckin man.
you b-tches, i’m the f-ckin man.
you motherf-ckers, i’m the f-ckin man.
yeah!

but i’m the f-ckin man.
got my d-ck in my hand b-tch, i’m the f-ckin man.
i never gave a f-ck, you don’t know about kurupt.
i thought i told you homie, now you gotta go.
you know why hoe?
cause i’m the f-ckin man.
and all you n-gg-s look, i’m the f-ckin man.
i’m a gangsta dp, i’m the f-ckin man.
i never gave a f-ck, i’m the f-ckin man.
you know me, o.g.

- kurupt

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