My Man

[Chorus: The Pharcyde] That's my man doin', man My man, my man (My man) My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man [Verse 1: J Swift] I'm gettin' down with the rest of 'em, props we collectin' 'em Only stop the mic check, after that I'm settin' 'em Up for the free fall, watch me emcee y'all Call all your troops 'cause my bag is loose With more juice than Tupac, let's see if you got What it takes, to bust rhymes over breaks Took you like twenty takes to bust a rhyme on tape 'Cause you all outta shape, I'm so fly, I need a cape Need to work on your waistline before you face mine I don't waste time, my rhymes thick like a baseline You wind like a bitch so give my dick some face time You soft like cake, on the mic a straight crime My man Tre served you on the platter, now what's the matter? You gonna squirt a few cryin' 'cause we hurtin' you? Yo, my man, my man and all my homies Got plans for you phony's, that's a breath for your baloney [Chorus: The Pharcyde] My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man (Yo), my man [Verse 2: SlimKid3] They wanna hit me with that okie doke, whole thing up in smoke Cheech & Chong monkey biz, throwin' shit like Donkey Kong But they got this king wrong, see I'm illuminated But not Illuminati though, I mesmerize all the hotties at the party so They think I'm Bob Marley The way I'm swingin' that shit up in the barrio And my confessions get you closer to God 'Cause I ain't got shit for you niggas and broads And some of you think that you are worth my time and energy Gotta shoot 'em down like centipede And stories will be told about me and some center fold Now without plastic but Magic's in a hole Gets Jurassic before I side classics When askin' what happens, depend on who you askin' Enough of that, I got good times to baskin' Leavin' that bullshit in the trash bin, for real [Chorus: The Pharcyde] My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man [Verse 3: Fatlip] He knew do dop shu wa shu wa I gotta freak my funk, so I don't fall off a flop A fat freestyle is what I'll always be able to drop Even if my shit goes pop, yeah, uh 'Cause here I come with the cold show stopper Hip-hop opera 'cause fat live proper True hip-hopper, fly rhyme dropper Radical, mathematical, medical, theoretical doctor Large flight Procter & Gamble Silly like Sambo but ooh, I'ma let you know If rap was a wild thing, I would be a ho So that's all I gotta say, until tomorrow And I make up some more lyrics and then I will lay it on the track But until then it just gotta sound like that Eh, leave it 'cause that's fat, enough [Chorus: The Pharcyde] My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man My man, my man