I'm Da Man Lyrics - Bow Wow

[Verse 1 - Bow Wow] 

Uh, to my ex-girlfriend on time out 

Now I'm with my new bitch, knocking her spine out 

Rolling up more kush, waitress pass a bottle though 

Homie with a lot of niggas, keep a couple model hoes 

I party hard like Charlie Sheen 

Used to Ferraris, and driving 

Cash money, young money, baby 

you already know i get it popping ask your lady 

Selling out the garden when I want to like Jay-Z 

Right now, killing em, broad of hoes, filling em 

Treat em like construction sites, you know that I'm drilling them 

Half these rappers soft as f-ck, I swear to god they aint fitting in 

Me and chris aint green house, in Miami hit 

In the club buy the bar out 

Stunna bring the cars out 

Hey, where youre coming from Bow? fr-fresh off the movie set 

(uhhhh-ohhhh) yeah, theres another check 

Now these haters upset 

Rappers twice my age aint done what I've done yet 

I aint even done yet, this just the beginning 

Stepping out that G4, here some brand new linen fresh 

Yes, I'm the mother f-cking best 

Walking through life, with no regrets 

Shit, I aint tripping, no, you know I be chilling 

Rico, where you buy that shit, doggy got me wigged 

Yeah, my game up, and you play what? 

Do something and I dare ya 

Rearrange your face, and let some body guard that would repair it 

I'm the best there is and the best there was 

Like Bret Hart, paul bart, with no bart 

My bank account and my work ethics, thats what setting us apart 

Heat game, courtside, me and all my niggas 

Kick em out, hands clean, my body guards talk triggers 

My paper on diamonds, your paper on midgets 

F-ck all my enemies who tend to be telling me 

Shit, begging me, screaming with there hands out 

But I dont get no hand out, put me in a room and watch me stand out 

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[Verse 2 - Chris Brown] 

Yeah look, BBC on my head, f-ck a nigga, act like a grown up 

Everybody know you're a pussy, little nigga get your soul up 

Niggas say they your friends, bow wizzle, thats a real nigga 

And I'm about to go in, time to kill niggas 

Yall wanna talk about naked pics 

Here, you can shake my hand, you can shake my dick 

june swang low, and my dick hit the water when I take a piss 

I'm talking porno, then I'm outy five, doggy hit the uh 

Then I'm blowing like four O's 

Yeah, in the jacuzzi with four hoes 

Gotta mix a Nuvo with the no doughs 

See, gotta pull a all nighter, paper planes, got em high like a sky diver 

Yeah and now im fucking with em hood niggas 

Red and blue nigga, r&b, so whats good nigga 

I'm out of line, yup yup, cause I should, nigga 

Try to swing, I dare you, I wish you would nigga 

Wow, let me calm down 

All these suckers mad cause I took they shine now 

I'm at the top now, aint about to climb down 

You need to give it up, aint 'bout to whine down 

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[Verse 3 - Bow Wow] 

Why they all up in my B.I 

Kush and O, I feel ya 

Nowadays so stressed out, cause this business will kill ya 

We get it, real paper, fuck haters, fuck blogs 

Fuck yall, standing tall, retaliation, sit on yall 

Chris is the prince of RnB, me hella prince of hip hop 

We got it on lock, and we on tour, thats more whores 

Counting money when I get bored 

Tatted up like a mother fuck 

Swear to God its too easy 

Yeah, my neck and wrist freezing 

Wizzle or just Bow Weezy 

You already know nigga, shout out to the O nigga 

You know I be repping 

Smoke cause of depression, homie there aint no question 

Get rappers in the business, just put me in to test it 

Wizzle 

I'm the man in this bitch 

Fuck a flow at least a hundred band in this bitch 

I'm the man in this bitch 

Bout to blow at least a hundred bands in this bitch