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
