Hey Man Songtext / Lyric

Man i spark and let my sentiments drop

and though i know its not alot

At least I am what these other gentlement are not hot

And with plenty of remy shots

I can see plenty plots and they're coming out of this pen that I got

With new members and stocks from the hills to the end of the docks

You see we build from the stems on your block

We shop for pots of gold, rock'n roll

keep it proper ain't stopping for no obstacles

You can watch us go we act obnoxious, our pockets grow

We got a spoot turning tropical

And I'd be lying if I said that its not for dough

But when I knock, hear the sockets blow

You see its not so, that I do not flow

I just got more drugs than docs in hospitals

And oh, I forgot to let you know

this vet's set so

just let go and stretch your toes






"Hey man, paperboys hitting like cocaine

Its no thing, the doubleA spitting they can't hang

And its strange, Is it the fame or is it the same?

I wonder if he is or he isn't, please explain

We ain't changed, famous gang but still we roll

We're nice with that language thing, you better know

We done could've banged your dame, but let her go

Oh no no no no"



Eh yo you know i'm fresh in the flesh, I put another session to rest

Life is just a lot of lessons I guess

Never the less, my man critical said it best

Being underrated is the key to success

So I express myself myself in rhytms and rolls

and I done seen a lot of women getting rid of their clothes

It looks like i'm doing fine with the little I know

and I don't need lines my video rolls

I'm that msongo grabbing his pombo's

They're like is he for real? kweli? akyamongo

This took practice, I don't give a fuck if you rap backwards

The fact is, I know what i'm hearing

that's wack shit

Pissing me off like taxes, face it i'm the allie you're the axis

the sun versus matches

Another album and that's it i'm done

Now maybe even y'all can get some(Fagget)



"Hey man, paperboys hitting like cocaine

Its no thing, the doubleA spitting they can't hang

And its strange, Is it the fame or is it the same?

I wonder if he is or he isn't, please explain

We ain't changed, famous gang but still we roll

We're nice with that language thing, you better know

We done could've banged your dame, but let her go

Oh no no no no"



There's a slight chance that you are tough enough, just might be

Or maybe you're just fucking up, just like me

I see, all we want is just to feel erie

And since I ain't trying to hurt no feelings, I agree

But that's not why my label hired me, they did it because i'm too good

So if you don't feel it, you should

But you would if you could, so if you don't you won't

But me and you can still sit back and smoke a joint

I get straight to the point, I chase paper and coins

While other people think it's safer going straight for the groin

But they're toys

and now them cats are annoyed

While me i'm cute, shit I should've have been a backstreet-boy

Fu*k deg a'!



"Hey man, paperboys hitting like cocaine

Its no thing, the doubleA spitting they can't hang

And its strange, was it the fame or is it the same?

I wonder if he is or he isn't, please explain

We ain't changed, famous gang but still we roll

We're nice with that language thing, you better know

We done could've banged your dame, but let her go

Oh no no no no"