Lyric Whatta Man (Luvbug Remix 1)
featuring Big Twan
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
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
