The Man

[Intro: Snoop Dogg] What up though this is big Snoop Dogg hanging out with DJ Motor Mane, you understand me? Hit 'em with some of that G shit (La musica de Harry Fraud) [Chorus: J.R. Donato] Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am [Verse 1: J.R. Donato] I say they hate to see you come up They hate to see you hustle but them pounds I gotta turn up I'm flexing all my muscle boy give shots you try to run up Cause I ain't finna tussle I got fans way out in London So dreams do really come true I'm high as fuck when I come to Bad bitch tell her come through Niggas looking for hand outs when you tell them no then its fuck you Oh well, nigga fuck you I'm in this new coupe and I'm comfortable Where you're friend I said bring two Lit with them when ain't nothing to do Said hell yea I'm the man now, hell yea I got grams now Pops still doing real estate, hell yea he got land now And I'm bout to be a father too, don't bother me I won't bother you Hell yea I got shows to do, hell yea I got pounds to move Gang [Chorus: J.R. Donato] Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am [Verse 2: Chevy Woods] I'm having nightmares feeling it's niggas want me dead Going through it I got niggas in the feds Sliding in that brand new Benz I don't need a lot of friends I'm just living I know one day its gon' end 30 bottles foreign models I'm just trynna ease the pain Had a convo with myself to never fall in love again All night till the morning all we know is get paid How you fall in love with something that won't love you back the same? Boy them streets them cold yea, case you didn't know yea 48 Hunnid, Taylor Gang, yea yea yea Pull up on the 'Nolia [Chorus: J.R. Donato] Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am [Verse 3: Wiz Khalifa] They said they want me to stop, but I ain't stopping no Wonder where I got these Vans but they ain't dropping those I'm eating lobster bisque, baked at the Pappadeaux That's my bitch, she your wife, turned her to a proper hoe I get a lot of dough, I fly a lot of planes Every time you turn around Young Khalifa copping chains She yours I got the brains, taught the game Bitches say I'm not a lame, watch your self out there, these cops insane They'll do anything to keep us off the streets So I grind everyday cause Sebastian gotta eat And the jewels that I rock turn these good girls to freaks Make 500K a week, bring my cheese then we speak Capeesh? [Chorus: J.R. Donato & (Wiz Khalifa)] Rain drops falling on the window of my Benz I just noticed I don't have a lot of friends Bring a child into this world, step it up and be a man (that's cool. I do me you do you) I be feeling like the shit, and they calling me the man (it's harder than it looks. Pause) Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (the motherfucking man. look at us now) Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am, yes I am Hell yea, yes I am, yes I am (just look at us!)