Texty:
Cheap Trick I Want Be Man

to hell I want be man I want be man I want be man I want be man I'd rather be a robot So I don't have to think 'Cause then I could be programmed Where

I've schooled my homeboys Made 'em all understand The tricks and twists Inflicted on the black man How ya make me think To be down I gotta stay around

stacked I'm gritty, I wouldn't love in a tennis match I don't like to sign autographs half the time I scribble my name and draw a jackass design Calvin

when i do that shit upside down in the hotel i am going in she wishes me well i push her off the walls that's how i propel i am bringing it just hope

time When i realised i was the king of the rhyme I got on the microphone and what do you see huh! The rest was my legacy I was born to be the king of

is good but the work is too hard And I don't want to work anymore So I won't stop till I reach the top Now I just bought a brand new car GS4 but the notes

cake, now you want some more Mmm, where have I heard that before? I am your, I am your I'm just your sexual thing I am your, I am your I'm just your

stopped, I ain't Murray the cop Nor am I Felix, but I got a bag of tricks Mr. Pusherman, gimme a fix So I can show you I'm immune to them romper room

Take a shot of fifths and liquor But I can't be buying nothing Where I'm from, I can't be saying 'Cause I'm just to cheap for paying Can't be hanging