The Man
(Stirling/Mitthauer/Ryan)
(spoken)
I acute'ts flashing red, His plastic head,
Make a move and you acute're dead,
I acute'm gonna fill your mind with lead.
Pass your papers on the ground,
and you better be cool,
Never drive with a roach in the car,
´cause I'ain acute no fool.
It's acute's The man! It's acute's The Man!
He's acute'll keep you waiting, if you acute've got a
date,
So you better relax acute 'cause you acute're gonna be
late.
Flashin acute! Trashin acute! Crashin acute!
It's acute's The Man! It's acute's The Man!
So we play the game, And it's acute's always the same,
I acute've got the power of the name,
I acute'm gonna drive you insane.
Pull over to the right ´couse
you acute're gonna be wrong,
No matter what you got to say,
you better save it for a song.
Dedicated to The Man,
I say, dedicated to The Man,
It's acute's The Man!
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