I'M The Man (Feat. Red Cafe)

Ay, ay, ay, ay, ay, ay
Street fida-dida-damn

Excuse me, I happen to be the boss man
Excuse me, I happen to be the weatherman
Excuse me, I happen to be the ice man
Excuse me, I happen to be the dope man
I'm the man, yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man, yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man, yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm the man, yes, shorty I'm the man

I'm the man, yes, shorty I'm the man
I'm so fly, there's no telling when I'mma land
You trying to come up on something, mami, I'm the plan
So play the cards you was dealt, baby, I'm the hand
Young Denzel, I'm the Inside Man
They open their legs and let me inside, man
I work the middle, call it an inside job
The haymon, I got ten side jobs
The boss man, the ice man, and weatherman
The weed man for Redman and Method Man
The dope man, the gun man, and mail man
The spokesman, the chairman, and salesman
Used to spread the white shit like Hellmann's
And I move more bags than the bellman
Now I'm the man of the fididididam
If you ain't get the message, let me tell you who I am, bitch

I'm the man, yes, shorty I'm the man
Looking for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I'll pop up, fix it up like a handyman
Know how the man do, Cougars on Manu
Ginobli's, but the truck is on Kobes
Do the bulletproof when you're in the Spur, man
Or slugs come through your window like Bruh Man
Aw man, there go your man again
I'll fifth him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't tripping, but dude think he the Man of Steel
He slipping up and he don't even see banana peels
In one night, I made plans to do her
The bitch is so easy a caveman could do her
She know I'm the man of the fididididam
But FYI, let me tell you who I am, bitch