man? I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man, I'm the man I'm the man of 1000 faces, I'm the man of 1000 faces I'm the man of 1000 faces, I'm the man
He said, it's not who you are But people come to me From near and far But I do just what And I follow the rules I didn't have an education So I had
red I wish for you in my empty bed Do you have any regrets about the past Anything you'd rather forget about real fast Well I tell you I'm through, I'm
I'm the man I write hit songs with a wave of my hand Songs of surf and sun and sand I make great music with my band Songs you dance to and songs of joy I
T, (G, I heard from Ty, I wanna hear from u) Well homie, everything I told him was the truth, (I cant check the pimp) No, (Of course I know the rules
to wherever Sending us on silent wings But I have broken All the rules of love I never dreamed that I could come this far And now I'm lost in my emotions
the sunrise, plus I stay dumb high Whether block shit or rock shit Club shit or drug shit, I pop shit I got shit Get sig' any track I'm a spit the talk
here That's what I'm talking about You just make me, ooh,sexy, you like that? Check this out I'm 'bout to take you somewhere real sexy and real private And I'm 'bout to do some real
and rock heads dwell Though I owe to it my success With survival of the fittest, everyday is a chal' I would think I'm a part of U.S.A. and be proud
, that street, that street money That street money, that street, that street money I started flat broke, now I'm poppin' rubber bands I know I'm the shit, I
floor it's like erotic, ironic 'Cause I'm somewhat psychotic I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya I
Got balls of steel, got an automobile, for a minimum wage Got real estate, I'm buying it all up in outer space Now that the truth is just a rule that
're real men, and we like sportz If you say we're not then we'll see you in court Jorma: I'm team captain and I choose you Kiv: I'm the other team captain
to the city You and I make headlines Like Lo, and Diddy, Bob and Whitney I'm here 'cuz the Lord sent me pound push like a fugilist But I'm real devilish
things I wanna show ya I'm really tryin' to know ya, I'm just curious Is it really all good? You serious (I'm serious) If it is, then I gotta jump on
to y'all what I'm talkin about man, shit was real fucked up for a nigga though, I'm stressin.....I bought a sack weed, when I got home I seen.....that
spent a couple of hundred, Muthaf**kers, naw I guess I gotta chunk it as loss But I'm mad cause I'm puffin and I'm puffin And I, I still ain't cough (