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Whenever you need good lovin |
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You gotta understand, it takes a man, a man |
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To keep you satisfied |
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[chubb rock] |
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Ha ha ha |
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Now toys are for boys, men don't need mattel |
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Objects to manipulate and sell |
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The women or the girls whichever name flip your curl |
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Acts for nonsense delivered by the boys of the world |
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But i!! i.. am.. totally ignorant to that type of pride |
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Yell, when your groin starts to rebel |
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Yo l, i told you that we would sell |
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Oversell to the point now, that the pockets, start to thicken |
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How in the world did women become chickens |
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Is it the, alize or the weed |
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Shredded on the tray, that make the queens flow this way? |
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Me, i don't need none of that.. type.. drama |
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No typical style, for the man who rules the genre |
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The opera, no choir boys, i'll direct your band |
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Change your tune for the man, and.. |
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[chorus one: g-man] |
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Whenever you need good lovin |
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You gotta understand, you need a man, a man |
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Who can provide.. |
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[chorus two] |
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[chubb rock] |
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Ha ha ha ha |
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To redeem, i heard black men, i mean boys |
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Sayin they beat their queen, that type rush |
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Can't paint the scene, dissipates the dream |
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Of black king, black queen, becomin one team |
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From actress purses, harlequin romance verses |
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Ghetto curses, ends up in front of nurses |
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The yo-g male, the bourgeoise male |
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The two-car male and the male that needs mail |
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The woman start to, get empowered by alice walker |
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Waiting to inhale the fumes of the new yorker |
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Question - did you trust her, in front of pimps players |
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And hustlers, does she need a benz or a duster |
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End of question, start of answer, contradiction |
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Exhale, dangle in romance fiction |
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The love test, is like do you need to understand |
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Don't cram, you need a real man, and.. |
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[chorus one] + [chorus two] |
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[chubb rock] |
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Ha ha |
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While the light gleams in her aspect |
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Does that mean respect, voiced by franklin, ignored by the inept |
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Baggy pants wearer, million man march bearer |
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All those who suffered through the agent orange era |
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Do we really maim the beautiful ones |
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The sons similak by anger, while the women get shunned |
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It's above me, another cop out, another rot out |
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Swapping +tears for fears+, while we +shout+ out |
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Past pain, that reverberates the claim |
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That the disrespect started when we, were in chains |
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Could be - but should be, it wouldn't be, if we |
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Real men, scriptured by the zen |
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And even then, women must know which is which |
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When their groins itch, for the rich damn |
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There's a lot to try, to somehow understand |
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Boys will be boys, but find a real man and.. |
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[chorus one] + [chorus two] |
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[chorus one] + [chorus two] |
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[chubb rock - over second repeat] |
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Queens, to chickenheads yo, how the hell did it happen? |
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Ow! man.. the man.. ha ha |
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{whenever you need good lovin} |
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Peace! |
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[g-man ad libs to fade] |