The Maestro

Who is the man comin' down your block? It's me you see, with the funk in my walk ('cause) I'm doin' just what I like to Today is my day yeah, and I'ma get nice too You gotta keep movin', and you can't say nothing I'ma keep bouncin' and bumpin' and stuffin' One thing you ought to know, well, I am the maestro Yeah, you motherfuckers, I'm all that I see you lookin' at me sayin' How can he be so skinny and live so phat? You know why, 'cause I'm the maestro Yeah, you know and I'm "movin' on my wheels" "You got that?" I feel like Rufus Thomas, the crown prince of dance I'm Mike D, and I'm known for romance I'm the crazy baldhead with the part on the side And I'm riding down the block, like I'm on a water slide 'Cause it's the type of day I feel like pressing my luck 'Cause I got nothing to lose, cause I don't give a fuck See I'm a player, I play, don't play to win, I play to show (yeah) I'm the maestro Yeah that's right, ya'll You know I got my own shit See, this ain't America's Most Wanted This is America's Most Mackin! That's right other people all call it, my hit! When I get on there is no stoppin'! Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man? Who is the man, who is the man, who is the man? Who is the man, who is the man?