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Salt N Pepa F/ Big Twan Miscellaneous Whatta Man (Luvbug Remix 1) Oh All right come on y'all Oooo uh Yeah talk to me (yeah) Oooo CHORUS What a man what a man what a man What a mighty good man What a man what a man what a man What a mighty good man What a man what a man what a man What a mighty good man What a man what a man what a man What a mighty good man Yeah well that's true so I'm a have to like speak on it And let my brother Herb drop some well-deserved beats on it Then I float like a boat on a lazy river Hey, yo, this one goes out to my nigger My man, my number one fan, my baby I know we can make it, and I don't mean maybe I know you wish that you could be in my shoes Believe me when I tell ya that I had to pay my dues To get to this position, did I forget to mention The pain? The hurt? The lies? The aggrevation I went through before I hit the jackpot? I dated assholes, perverts, and wannabe hard rocks It wasn't always in a bed of roses I slept in But in a bed of nails when I felt I got wrecked in So here's to ya, may we live long and prosper I love ya more than Italians do pasta More than a dred loves a head full of locks More than I love hip-hop (Mmmm, not!) CHORUS My man is smooth like Barry, and his voice got bass A body like Arnold with a Denzel face He's smart like a doctor with a real good rep And when he comes home he's relaxed with Pep He always got a gift for me everytime I see him A lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be him He never ran a corny line once to me yet So I give him stuff that he'll never forget He keeps me on Cloud Nine just like the Temps He's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimp He dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeans He's a God-sent original, the man of my dreams CHORUS Check me out Big Twan Lov-Her, six-two and a half The one that makes you laugh and spends some lovely cash I got the honeys screamin' "What a man!" Cuz I'm splittin' your Oreo, eatin' the cream, it's the Punanee Man Well, like I really ain't got nothin' to say But let me break it down to you anyway You heard I'm shy so stop it, you're makin' me blush even, baby A nigger knows how to love his lady CHORUS I got a fly man, he's a ragamuff roughneck Bigger, bigger, my man gets respect He's a goddamn man in every sense of the word Act like ya know and forget what ya heard Brings a fat check to me home each week A brother from the hood but suckas go to sleep And intelligent, too, and his mind's profound Sometimes he gets rude, but he will break it down Down to the bone, that's how we like to do it Nice and slow and he won't run right through it My daddy-o just how I like it Smack it up, lick it, but baby don't bite it I loves my man, uh-huh, word is bond He keeps it on until the break of dawn CHORUS |
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