Whatta Man Lyrics

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 repJuliane Werding - Whatta Man - http://motolyrics.com/juliane-werding/whatta-man-lyrics.html
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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