What? You crazy. Me? The man? Please. Everybody in town know who the man is—you the man! I ain't the man. No way. You got it all. And I mean all. Shit, I ain't got half what you got.
Yo, check this out—you smooth, man. Ain't nobody smoother than my boy Adrian. You make the smooth look like they ain't smooth at all. Now, that's smooth.
So tell me this: How can I be the man when you the man? 'Cause, you see, there can be only one man, and I ain't it.
The other day, some folks came up to me, and they was all up in my face and shit, tellin' me that I be the man. When they said that, I was like, "What? You buggin! I ain't the man! No way, no day. My boy Adrian, he the man."
After I tell 'em that, then they was all like, "Adrian? That crazy homeboy from down 115th Street way? You right, Darren—Adrian is the man!"
But still, y'all better keep your hands off my lady, or else you gonna be the man with two black eyes, motherfucker! Shit, man, I was just playin' with you. You know I think you the man.
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