man I'm the man That gave you the yo yo I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man I'm the man
I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the hula-hoop I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo Right now I think I'm gonna plan
Tradução: Joe Jackson. Yo soy el hombre.
then You'll move on up, you'll move on out And you won't cry 'Cause your amateur hour is over You're only going where I've been And you'll see what I'
t wanna be like that Don't wanna be like that Now the cocaine dens says welcome You're in college now not in school But I'm sorry to say that I'm
the bottle Friday rules Friday rules OK Ain't talking 'bout Monday Ain't talking 'bout Tuesday Ain't talking 'bout Wednesday Ain't talking 'bout Thursday I 'm
leave her just this time But she could soon be mine And I could soon be hers too One night Soon if I'm lucky gonna get that girl I'm
See the bright red sports car, see the happy couple See their clothes so white and their skin so pink See them playing squash gotta keep their bodies
I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the hula-hoop I'm the man I'm the man that gave you the yo-yo Right now I think I'm gonna plan a new
a fool of myself again Ya make me trip and stumble Just go dance by yourself again I'll just watch 'Cause that's all I wanna do But remember That I'm
real good time But when I play I feel just like I'm miming I made a stand for the music To turn the page with ease I got the smile that says I'm here
-lovers and enemies I've got your case in front of me today All sewn up Ex-bosses you never let me be I got your names and your numbers filed away I've
with you tonight? I can't seem to say or do the right thing Wanted to be sure you're feeling right Wanted to be sure we want the same thing She said - I
I'm a hazard like Michael Jackson in khakis Touch kids but I do that with a semi-automatic With or without traffic I pull my shit out and blast it I'm
yeah, I'm 'bout that! I put a hole in a nigga; yeah, I'm a 'bout that! Paper stacks bricks flip; yeah, I'm 'bout that! That I-95 trip I'm 'bout that! [
beats I'm untamed, I need a leash I'm insane, I need a shrink I love brain, I need a leech Why complain on easy streets? I don't even talk, I let the
hip-hop locked, it could never be one who is solo, runnin the whole game That's bullshit, like cops never sniffed cocaine But I'm taking on all comers
Do movies I do dance Do music I love doin' my man I wanna nasty boy to put it on me good Ms. Jackson don't But Damita Joe do A little lady A whole lotta
