The Man

[intro/chorus two: g-man] Whenever you need good lovin You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man To keep you satisfied [chubb rock] Ha ha ha Now toys are for boys, men don't need mattel Objects to manipulate and sell The women or the girls whichever name flip your curl Acts for nonsense delivered by the boys of the world But I!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride Yell, when your groin starts to rebel Yo l, I told you that we would sell Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken How in the world did women become chickens Is it the, alize or the weed Shredded on the tray, that make the queens flow this way? Me, I don't need none of that.. type.. drama No typical style, for the man who rules the genre The opera, no choir boys, I'll direct your band Change your tune for the man, and.. [chorus one: g-man] Whenever you need good lovin You gotta understand, you need a man, a man Who can provide.. [chorus two] [chubb rock] Ha ha ha ha To redeem, I heard black men, I mean boys Sayin they beat their queen, that type rush Can't paint the scene, dissipates the dream Of black king, black queen, becomin one team From actress purses, harlequin romance verses Ghetto curses, ends up in front of nurses The yo-g male, the bourgeoise male The two-car male and the male that needs mail The woman start to, get empowered by alice walker Waiting to inhale the fumes of the new yorker Question - did you trust her, in front of pimps players And hustlers, does she need a benz or a duster End of question, start of answer, contradiction Exhale, dangle in romance fiction The love test, is like do you need to understand Don't cram, you need a real man, and.. [chorus one] + [chorus two] [chubb rock] Ha ha While the light gleams in her aspect Does that mean respect, voiced by franklin, ignored by the inept Baggy pants wearer, million man march bearer All those who suffered through the agent orange era Do we really maim the beautiful ones The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned It's above me, another cop out, another rot out Swapping +tears for fears+, while we +shout+ out Past pain, that reverberates the claim That the disrespect started when we, were in chains Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if we Real men, scriptured by the zen And even then, women must know which is which When their groins itch, for the rich damn There's a lot to try, to somehow understand Boys will be boys, but find a real man and.. [chorus one] + [chorus two] [chorus one] + [chorus two] [chubb rock - over second repeat] Queens, to chickenheads yo, how the hell did it happen? Ow! man.. the man.. ha ha {whenever you need good lovin} Peace! [g-man ad libs to fade]