The Man

Whenever you need good lovin'

You gotta understand

It takes a man, a man

To keep you satisfied

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

Asks 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 Alizé or the weed shredded on the tray

That make the queens flow this way, man?

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

Whenever you need good lovin'

You gotta understand

You need a man, a man

Who can provide

Whenever you need good lovin'

You gotta understand

It takes a man, a man

To keep you satisfied

To redeem, I heard black men, I mean boys

Saying they beat their queen

That type brush can't paint the scene

Dissipates the dream

Of black king, black queen becoming one thing

From actress purses, harlequin romance verses

Ghetto curses ends up in front of nurses

The yo G male, the bourgeois male

The two-car male and the male that needs bail

The woman stalker, get impaled 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

Whenever you need good lovin'

You gotta understand