featuring Big Twan

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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