Salt N Pepa - Whatta Man Lyrics
OhAll right, come on, y'allOooo, uhYeah, talk to me (yeah)OoooChorusWhat a man, what a man, what a manWhat a mighty good manWhat a man, what a man, what a manWhat a mighty good manWhat a man, what a man, what a manWhat a mighty good manWhat a man, what a man, what a manWhat a mighty good manYeah, well that's true so i'm-a have to, like, speak on itAnd let my brother herb drop some well-deserved beats on itThen i float like a boat on a lazy riverHey, yo, this one goes out to my niggerMy man, my number one fan, my babyI know we can make it, and i don't mean maybeI know you wish that you could be in my shoesBelieve me when i tell ya that i had to pay my duesTo get to this position, did i forget to mentionThe pain? the hurt? the lies? the aggrevationI went through before i hit the jackpot?I dated *****s, perverts, and wannabe hard rocksIt wasn't always in a bed of roses i slept inBut in a bed of nails when i felt i got wrecked inSo here's to ya, may we live long and prosperI love ya more than italians do pastaMore than a dred loves a head full of locksMore than i love hip-hop (mmmm, not!)ChorusMy man is smooth like barry, and his voice got bassA body like arnold with a denzel faceHe's smart like a doctor with a real good repAnd when he comes home he's relaxed with pepHe always got a gift for me everytime i see himA lot of snot-nosed ex-flames couldn't be himHe never ran a corny line once to me yetSo i give him stuff that he'll never forgetHe keeps me on cloud nine just like the tempsHe's not a fake wannabe tryin' to be a pimpHe dresses like a dapper don, but even in jeansHe's a god-sent original, the man of my dreamsChorusCheck me outBig twan lov-her, six-two and a halfThe one that makes you laugh and spends some lovely cashI got the honeys screamin' "what a man!"Cuz i'm splittin' your oreo, eatin' the cream, it's the punanee manWell, like i really ain't got nothin' to sayBut let me break it down to you anywayYou heard i'm shy so stop it, you're makin' me blush even, babyA nigger knows how to love his ladyChorusI got a fly man, he's a ragamuff roughneckBigger, bigger, my man gets respectHe's a goddamn man in every sense of the wordAct like ya know and forget what ya heardBrings a fat check to me home each weekA brother from the hood but suckas go to sleepAnd intelligent, too, and his mind's profoundSometimes he gets rude, but he will break it downDown to the bone, that's how we like to do itNice and slow and he won't run right through itMy daddy-o just how i like itSmack it up, lick it, but baby don't bite itI loves my man, uh-huh, word is bondHe keeps it on until the break of dawnChorus
