DGDGDI'm Gwaitin' for my Dman GD26 Gdollars in my Dhand GDUp to Lexington, F#125, Gfeel sick and dirt
more Bbdead than alive
DI'm Gwaitin' for my Dman GDGDHey white boy, Gwhat you doin' upDtown?GDHey white boy, Gyou chasin' our women aDround? GDOh pardon me sir, it's F#furthest from my mind
GI'm just lookin' for a Bbdear dear friend of mine
DI'm Gwaitin' for my Dman GDGDHere he comes, Ghe's all dressed in DblackGDPR shoes Gand a big straw DhatGDHe's never early, F#he's always late
GFirst thing you learn is you Bbalways gotta wait
DI'm Gwaitin' for my DmanGDG x10
DUp to a Brownstone, Gup three flights of Dstairs GDEverybody's pinned you, Gbut nobody DcaresGDHe's got the works, F#gives you sweet taste
Ah Gthen you gotta split because you (Bb)got no time to waste
DI'm Gwaitin' for my
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