Story Behind the Song
Maybe I would make a good husband. To all the girls I'll fall in like with in the future. May I be that guy on your mind.
Lyrics
I'm that guy mom told you about
From the north not from the south
I lived down here for many years
Grew up down here - shed many tears
Skinned my knees while riding my bike
No need for moms to make things aiight
Got band aids, came to my aid
Got on my bike, I had it made
Got my heart broken down here,
still have fears - of people dear - coming near
its aiight tho, I'm learning to cope
brush my teeth so I don't need scope
always run into girlies who act squirrely
don't have the self-esteem to be with me
it's aiight tho, they're learning to cope
until then I'm clean with dial soap
cause
I'm that guy I'm that guy
I'm that guy that's on your mind (x2)
Busted my knee by an Aikido master
Medium sprain, it was a disaster
Leg immobilized, limp to my pimp
Gritted past the pain cause I'm no wimp
and refuse to become a slob,
To be number one that is my job
Italian like Danza in Who's the Boss
Plus German, I'm strickly spaB
I eat Altoids, style Wintergreen
Always nice and naughty but never mean
On my feet - I prefer three stripes
High top or low when I rock the mic
entropy is - my enemy,
get away from me you dirty rat emcees
there is no dividing by zero
and its not easy being a super hero
cause
I'm that guy I'm that guy
I'm that guy that's on your mind (x2)
Courageous and caring like a Gummi Bear
Show my symbol in the sky and I am there
Quick to the rescue don't need a costume
Sonic boom I zoom on those that cause doom
Bringin' down kittens from tree tops
No kryptonite can make this kid stop
Go on and on like the energizer bunny
Got Kleenex's when your nose is runny
When you get sick I got the Echinacea
Plus Mickey Mouse in Fantasia
All my life I've heard that I've been too good
Doing what I do like I knew I should
Imma follow my own path, no matter what
Who cares what you say, I don't give a nut
I am what I am and what I am is me
Stevie-steve with the cheese - don't you see,
that
I'm that guy I'm that guy
I'm that guy that's on your mind (x2)
I'm known for bustin' rhymes like porn stars bust jizzm
I stand up to straight to any criticism
When I make up my mind well I made my decision
Mow down problems in my line of vision
Bought my own car to take me far
computer to make tunes, no guitar
Lyrics and beats make the hip hop connections
Sample somebody for the rhythm section
Boomin' bass in the face for your place
Play it loud so your memories are erased
If you come close to butter my toast
I eat wheat bread and dig it the most
If you're hungry, don't be bitchin'
My fridge is full, no stranger to the kitchen
I clean my face with the product Noxzema
And drive an Acura, F the Beamers!
Dark brown hair, brown eyes that's the pattern
No rings on my fingers cause rings are for Saturn
In a room of guys I'm last to get trashed
got a baby face, long eye lash, kick ass
Cause
I'm that guy I'm that guy
I'm that guy that's on your mind (x2)
Im on third base like I was Mike Schmidt
For real, no phoney, I lick the clit
I see you with a guy whos not quiet as fly
As me stevie-steve, give this bud a try
Dont trust hearts to larks in the park
Who smell blood and attack like sharks
Stevie-steve has the keys if your trust me
To sail your sea, get in touch with me
The royalty of rhyme, seductor of rhythm
Racism is a skizzm, skinheads Im not with em
I wrote my flow, practiced in the dojo
Planted my seeds now I watch them grow
I gotta drop a clue for you to leave your dude
Switch up your mood, this is the prelude
Jealiously in captivity its out of me
Cause I see you switching to me
Cause
I'm that guy I'm that guy
I'm that guy that's on your mind (x2)
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