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]