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