Doctor Dre, Ed Lover, The Notorious B.I.G., Todd One , King Just - Who’s the Man lyrics

Who's the man (yea, yea)
Who's the man (check this out)
Who's the man (four niggas)
Who's the man (four distinct styles)
Who's the man (once more East Coast)
Who's the man (shit)
Who's the man (y'all feeling this out there)
Who's the man (you better recognize)

POOOW! Look who stepped up the back kid
Not Michael Jackson or the Ol' Dirty Bastard
Drinkin' that Shaolin' tank
Slang I'm blastin'
The way a record but still kept the plastic
Hurry up, with styles that I've mastered
The La gives me pleasure
So therefore I'm fastin'
OOOH NO just can't help
So heyyea heyyea heyyea ho!
Ya catch the flow, too late I let it go
If ya didn't already, act like ya know


Five knuckle sandwich from five
Guys named Moe
Peace, arrivederci, I'm out the door
But before I go please say I'm your choice
My AT & T but your true voice
Check it out I'm on Mista Dennis
Row row my boat through
The channels of Venice
ZWAYLA! Hey Poppa the saila
To cure, to cure, I'm diggin' that Laila
Hathaway, can we get away sweety
Run a hundred miles as if my name was Speedy
Gon-zalez, peace out to Hollis
I'm outta here, uh
You suckers get demolished

Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man (next up)
Who's the man (I believe that's me)
Who's the man
(well let your S T-Y-L-E go free)

Yo I'm the man
Who made me the man that I am?
What motherfucking part you ain't understand?
I slam tracks like King Kong Bundy
I wrestle alligators like Crocodile Dundee
Girls want me
But I ain't got no time for the drama
Fuck them bitches, I'm the man slash comma
The horror got my back
And then Dre put me on the track
And now it's on like that
I react, like the Juice, I get loose
Like one-fifty-one proof
I send a mutha off this roof
Poof presto chango, rearrange ya
Straight from the mental of
The Shaolin's temple demented
45 King put the swing in the thing
And now I sound like
A motherfucking diamond ring
Swing just like Tarzan
(Buh dah buh dah) I'm the motherfucking man

Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man (next up)
Who's the man (yo I believe that's me)
Who's the man
(chill and let your S T-Y-L-E run free)

Can I be the man, can I be the man
Can I be the man?
Yes I can, yes I can, yes I can can
It's Todd ONE! Y'all know my stylo
Sittin' in the back smokin' uh, shootin C-Lo
Tryin' ta make a buck
Tryin' to get some butt
Time to push your luck
Betta pecka women, all y'all get stuck
And I'm dippin', messin' with them bitches
'Cause you know and I know that
They out to get them riches
But I be chillin' G, just like a villain B
So when I rip it I be gettin' top billin'
See all that other shit is deaf and mute
Because you can't be the man
If you ain't got loot
Gettin' money is the routine
I'm on a loot scheme
Gotta get the dough, get the dough
That's my new theme
Todd One's little niggas got flavor
If I ain't the man
Then the man is my neighbor

Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man (next up)
Who's the man (I believe that's me)
Who's the man
(well let your S T-Y-L-E run free)

What's up y'all, what ya gotta say?
Big smoke chronic all day (all day)
Split MC's that's lesser son
Like George Jefferson
Wheezy tried to skeez me, couldn't please me
Florence next, threw the tech to Ralph neck
'Cause he kept on beggin' for shit
Now Big keep on wreckin' the shit
And the chronic
(cough) got a nigga (cough) rockin' shit
Castratin' like that Bobbitt bitch
And if ya don't know, now ya know, my flow
Ya pick like an Afro
Wet like 'Sooulll Glooo!'
Toe to toe niggas can't match
Bullets'll catch up in your
Necks and your backs
So Little Cease, pass the La please
Give honey a pillow
She ain’t got to scuff her knees
Brooklyn killa, no one gets iller
Who's the man? I see him
Every morning in the mirror

Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man
Who's the man who's the man