Oh yeah, yeah Oh yes Everything gonna be alright Oh yeah, yeah Now when I was a young boy At the age of five My mother said I'll be The greatest man alive And now I'm a man I'm over twenty-one You better believe me, baby And I'll say, we can have lots of fun I'm a man Huh huh huh huh huh A man Oh yeah Oh yeah (oh yeah) Oh yeah The line I shoot Will never miss And when I make love to you baby You just can't resist Ooh, ain't that man Spelled "M" "A" child "N" No "B" "O" child "Y" That spell mannish boy I'm a man A man I'm a man I'm a man I sittin' on the outside Just me and my mate I made the move Come up two hours late Ain't that a man No "B" "O" child "Y" That spell mannish boy I'm a man I'm a man I'm a full grown man, baby Oh yeah, oh yeah Oh yeah, oh yeah All you pretty women Stand in line I make love with you baby In an hour's time I'm a man I'm a man Oh yeah (oh yeah) Oh yeah (oh yeah)

Ha ha, I can't stay too long Mm, mm (I can't stay too long) (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Uhh (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Never let grass grow under your feet (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I got money to get, heh (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) We stay movin' in the traffic, wigglin' (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Six rings, shit, I need ten of 'em Man (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) DJ Fresh, this slaps boy (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) For real, for real Hey Wiz, I'm finna gas this thing right quick From the land of the crooks and Thieves, eleven-five, dogfood and cha-cha (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Fee-fee and opioids confident informants built in flockers (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Pushin' a bail and bustin' plays in the traffic wiggling gettin' windy (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Shoppin' online, designer, Louis Vuitton, Gucci, Fendi (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Everything I do is butter, ice cream, candy bars, granola (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) If I wanted to every week I could buy a Range Rover (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Makin' it happen, rappin', entrepreneurin', Gettin' my bands tourin' and doin' it movin' (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Buildin' my bread, paper pursuin' mogulin' and consumin' (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Some of these niggas think they Poppin' with their little old local fame (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Alexa keep me in rotation, bitch, I'm in my own lane (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) They talkin' greasy and immedia' ain't even gotta Wikipedia (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) You don't want smoke, you don't want no emphysema (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I ain't never been a fallopian tube, I ain't never been a vagina (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I'll never be a pussy bitch, I'ma always be tiger (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Duckin' and dodgin' and ditchin' peons, haters, losers (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Don't fuck with aliens or Klingons, bitch I'm proven (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Biatch! You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (I'm goin' up) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up I'm (I'm goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (I'm goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) Six rings, shit, I need ten of 'em You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (I'm goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up I got a flight to catch If I ain't eatin' that towel, then I'm at Catch (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Hardly ever use force, 'cause I like finesse (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Always rollin' up joints, I don't like the stress (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I want all ten brings, heard I get a lotta change (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) All I hear was cha-ching I got a couple queens, one rap, one of 'em seen (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Quarter million dollar car, I have to keep it clean (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I'm the last of a dyin' breed (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Bad bitches lookin' at me like I won the lottery (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I ain't gotta rush to the table I gotta see six-four a hundred seventy pounds, so I gotta eat (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I work every day, make it look easy (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) Tired of fuckin' with lames? I'll put you on the Dream Team (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) I just came from the Bay, rollin' up the Bling-bling (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) That's a brand new strain, need the crown, I'm a king (You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (I'm goin' up) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up I'm (I'm goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (I'm goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (I'm goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up (Goin' up, uh) You goin' up or down? I'm goin' up

Be all on that shit right there mane I be the same nigga though on the real though "Duck, duck-duck-duck-duck-duck" [repeats through the song] [Chorus:] You niggaz better duck [x4] You niggaz better duck (you niggaz better duck?) [x4] [Verse 1:] Uhh, round here these lil niggaz don't care I swear they'll fuck around and shoot cha in the hair (in the hair) They'll fuck around and rob ya for a square I swear fuck around and put some wheels on ya chair (Some wheels on my chair?) Yeah some wheels on ya chair (Like that there?) Murk a nigga if he stare Over paper no plastic, I be stretch like elastic Got a wind in the traffic, I'm a beast I'm a savage From a Chris to a casket, over drink is a habit From polit to lavish, rappers argue and cambish Them niggas ain't fake mane we foreal We ride shoes the size of a ferris wheel We got scrill, we got goop We a kill, we'll shoot ya If it's necessary or unnecessary Put'cha in the cemetery, I ain't never scared BEITCH! [Chorus] [Verse 2:] Uhh, we all the way official like a military missle All my niggaz strapped with them military pistols Better hit the deck 'fore them medal thangs hit'cha Hide in the bathtub take ya kid with'cha Uhh, it's all bad it ain't good Brother mailman on me don't wanna come in my neighbourhood (neighbourhood) She rock stucking with wood Yo block prolly the same, bullets ain't got no name We goin buck, buck, buck, buck, niggaz better duck They'll fuck you up, up, up, up, time to huddle up (uhh) Be copicoral we setting leave a alone Caught loose pants down digging in the snows Gotta do my peas and my toes it ain't promise Keep my third eye on the game it ain't amiss Keep my enemies close and my family closer No drop a toaster roaster but my toaster approach ya BEITCH! [Chorus] "Duck, duck-duck-duck-duck-duck" [repeats until fades]

Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Who do you belong to? You make a player wanna spoil you Show you the other side of the game Take you to Nobu, no disrespect to PF Chang Shrimp and lobster tempura with vegetables Sippin' wine, matchin' oyster perpetuals I be big timin' Boat cruises, Baja coast, Catalina Island You oughta cut it out, you cuttin' up I know your butt know what you doin' with your butt It's stages to these wages when you bossin' We could go bowling or we could go miniature golfing Or catch a flick and hit the matinee Touch the shooting range and practice with the K Every night before we go to sleep, we pray Wake and thank the Lord for another day... UGH! Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed Son gon' show it off—girl, flex Send 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Little mama hot, do a thousand squats Lunges all month tryin' to get a butt Yeah, I'ma hit her when I get around See if I could slide through and pick her up Lunch at the lighthouse, watching the coast Little adios then it's back in the Ghost Times like these, she be lovin' the most Photo op queen, she be lovin' to post Toast to the good time, laughs in Cali But B-la really tryna get that ass in Cali If you ain't heard now, you should ask in Cali Leave your mind alone and harass your body I take you to the bird hut, let you get your nerves up Breaking something down then we roll a little something up You could get another cup, maybe even double up I ain't tryna lay you down, I'm just tryna line it up Damn, I feel bad for your ex Girl, you got it all, you blessed She gon' show it off—girl, flex Son 'em all in a sundress Who do you belong to? I need to know I need to know I need to know Every freakin' night, and every freakin' day I think about freakin' you, I think about freakin' you I need to know I need to know

They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare I don't think about, I don't be without it I could give you what you want if you really 'bout it Got 30 and a 40, nigga, you could count it Get a line on your living room, then surround it Right-hand man and he don't like to listen Choppa get to kickin', cookin' in the kitchen Rockin' me a fisherman like I'm fishin' Tackle box, pole, hella ammunition I really hate to take it there But I promise you, nigga, we ain't playin' fair We don't care if your daddy there I'ma nail you to a chair, we'll do it bare They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run you down with the Kater Double up, then come back later Shut it down like a breaker Hide behind the back of your neighbor car with the sprayer One thing I hate is a hater Two things I hate is a traitor... ugh! Bullets ain't got no name Slugs talk a different slang, need a translator Niggas callin' my phone, temperature checkin', fishin' "I'ma merge him in, shh, be quiet, baby, listen" I could tell in their tone they're up to something slickin' They ain't doin' no talking, they trippin'...BIATCH! They wanna take it there Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Scalp a ho, get on a nigga hair Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Run a nigga down with the 30 round Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare Mama outside cryin' in her gown Fuck a mask, we'll do it bare