Like Snickers, guaranteed to satisfy Like Kurosawa, I make mad films Okay, I don't make films But if I did they'd have a Samurai Gonna get a set a'
Dear baby, wassup witch? I really do wanna believe it, but you know, so good I guess a man's gotta do what a man's gotta do I mean you you couldn't just
be strong When I'm awfully weak When the sudden blows of life have brought me to my knees Woman needs a helpin' hand Needs someone to understand Needs the man
hand of the master plan Can't you understand You're but a grain of sand Do you need a guide Who you know will make you feel satisfied? Head to the sky
You are all a real man can need And ever ask for, this is love This is more than a crush It was all up at Rutgers, I saw with your man Smiling, a coach
Where the {niggaz} and the {bitches} stay paid fly and high Where a slut'll get mad if you call her a {bitch} And a rat'll get mad if you call her a snitch
me and you, we a catastrophe If I was a success, oh, would you be satisfied? I need a paramedic, girl, I'm feelin' paralyzed If I could choose, you would always be a
woo woo woo Please allow me to introduce myself I'm a man of wealth and taste (Woo woo) I've been around for a long, long year So many a man sold in
You know a man likes a good time He likes to wine and then dine A beautiful woman And love her through the night And if the lovin' feels right He likes
I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man, I'm your man If you're looking for love and romance Someone who cares and understands I'm your man, I'm your man
a real man could need And could ever ask for, baby This is more, this is more than a crush Yeah It was Harlem at the rukus, I saw you with your man,
Now here comes sundown And a Cadillac too Now here comes sundown And a Cadillac too The man was walking on his girlfriend Longshot, it could have been
Ah, there's a rockin' time on the borderline Between sundown and up There's an off the wall cantina, man Just waitin' to tear you up The locals know that
up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit' a twenty-two; more like a trey-deuce.-- more juice. Grown man; I ain't playin'. Hard
dick I go on a quick mission to find some kill Ain't no big deal, just hop in tha Seville Mah homey put me down quarter pound for a bill Wake up in tha
deep thought I wanna see is heavens a place like we thought And Christian science seems to think it's just a mindstate But before I put my trust in a man
wetted, you wet who I want wetted Any nigga can get it (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor) (A favor for a favor)
If I never did shows, then I'd probably be a myth If I cared about the blow, then I'd probably be a jack-ass Don't give a shit what people talkin' 'bout