[Intro/Chorus Two: G-Man]
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Whenever you need good lovin
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You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man
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to keep you satisfied
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[Chubb Rock]
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Ha ha ha
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Now toys are for boys, men don't need Mattel
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objects to manipulate and sell
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the women or the girls whichever name flip your curl
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acts for nonsense delivered by the boys of the world
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BUT I!! I.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride
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Yell, when your groin starts to rebel
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Yo L, I told you that we would sell
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Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken
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How in the world did women become chickens
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Is it the, Alize or the weed
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shredded on the tray, that make the queens flow this way?
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Me, I don't need none of that.. type.. drama
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No typical style, for the man who rules the genre
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The opera, no choir boys, I'll direct your band
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Change your tune for the man, and..
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[Chorus One: G-Man]
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Whenever you need good lovin
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You gotta understand, you need a man, a man
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who can provide..
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[Chorus Two]
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[Chubb Rock]
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Ha ha ha ha
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To redeem, I heard black men, I mean boys
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sayin they beat their queen, that type rush
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can't paint the scene, dissipates the dream
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of black king, black queen, becomin one team
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From actress purses, harlequin romance verses
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Ghetto curses, ends up in front of nurses
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The Yo-G male, the bourgeoise male
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The two-car male and the male that needs mail
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The woman start to, get empowered by Alice Walker
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Waiting to inhale the fumes of the New Yorker
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Question - did you trust her, in front of pimps players
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and hustlers, does she need a Benz or a duster
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End of question, start of answer, contradiction
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Exhale, dangle in romance fiction
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The love test, is like do you need to understand
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Don't cram, you need a real man, and..
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[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
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[Chubb Rock]
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Ha ha
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While the light gleams in her aspect
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Does that mean respect, voiced by Franklin, ignored by the inept
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Baggy pants wearer, Million Man March bearer
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All those who suffered through the Agent Orange era
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Do we really maim the beautiful ones
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The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned
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It's above me, another cop out, another rot out
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Swapping +Tears For Fears+, while we +Shout+ out
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past pain, that reverberates the claim
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that the disrespect started when we, were in chains
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Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if we
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real men, scriptured by the zen
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And even then, women must know which is which
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when their groins itch, for the rich damn
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There's a lot to try, to somehow understand
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Boys will be boys, but find a real man and..
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[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
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[Chorus One] + [Chorus Two]
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[Chubb Rock - over second repeat]
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Queens, to chickenheads yo, how the hell did it happen?
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Ow! Man.. the man.. ha ha
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{Whenever you need good lovin}
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PEACE!
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[G-Man ad libs to fade]
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The Man
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Chubb Rock |