The Man Lyrics - Chubb Rock

[intro/chorus two: g-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]