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