Song | The Man |
Artist | Sponge |
Album | The Man |
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 |