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