Aye, aye, aye
Aye, aye, aye
Street fitted in

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 dopeman

And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man

Yes, I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
I'm so fly, there's no tellin' when I'ma land
You tryin' to come up on somethin', mami, I'm the player
So play the cards you was dealt, baby, I'm the hand

Young Denzel, I'm the inside man
They open they legs and let me inside, man
I work the middle, call it an inside job
The hateman, 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 mailman
The spokesman, the cheer man and salesman

Used to spread the white shit like hail, man
And I moved more bags than the bellman
Now I'm the man of the fida-dida-dam
If you ain't get the message, let me tell you who I am

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 dopeman
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And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man

Yeah, I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
Lookin' for some good shit, then I'm your man
Just say my name three times like Candyman
I pop up, fix it up like a handyman

You know how the man do, who is all mad new
Ginobili's but the truck is on Kobe's
Through the bulletproof
When you're in the sport, man
The slugs come through your window like grown man

Aw man, there go your man again
I fifed him up, stiff him up like a mannequin
I ain't trippin' but dude think he the man of steel
He slippin' up and he don't even see banana peels

And one night, I made plans to do him
The bitch is so easy, a caveman could do it
She know I'm the man of the fida-dida-dam
But F Y I, let me tell you who I am, bitch

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 dopeman

And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man
And I'm the man, yes, shorty, I'm the man

Songwriter(s): John Jackson
Copyright: Emi April Music Inc., No Question Entertainment, J Brasco
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