featuring Big Twan



Oh

All right come on y'all

Oooo uh

Yeah talk to me (yeah)

Oooo



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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!)



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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



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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



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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



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