Lyrics Whatta Man - Salt-N-Pepa, En Vogue

Whatta Man

I wanna take a minute or two, and give much respect to —
To the man’s that’s made a difference in my world.
And although most men are hoes, he goes on the down-low
Cuz i never heard about him with another girl.
But i don’t sweat it because it’s just pathetic to let it,
Get me involved in that he said she said crowd.
I know that ain’t nobody perfect, i give props to those who deserve it,
And believe me ya’ll he’s worth it.
So here’s to the future cuz we got through the past,
I finally found somebody who can make me laugh.
(ha ha ha)
You so crazy… i think i wanna have yo baby.
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!
(repeat 4 times)
My man is smooth like barry, and his voice got bass.
A body like arnold with a denzel face.
he’s smart like a doctor
With a real good rep, and when he comes home, he’s relaxed with pep.
He always got a gift for me everytime i see him.
Alot of snot nose, ex-flames couldn’t be him.
He never ran a corny line once to me yet, so i give him stuff
That he’ll never forget.
he keeps me on cloud 9 just like intended.
He’s not a fake wannabe, tryin' to be a pimp.
he dresses like a Davadon, but even in jeans, he’s a god sent origional,
The man of my jeans.
Yes my man says he loves me, never says he loves me not.
not to Rush me good and touch me in the right spot.
See other guys that i’ve had, they’ve tried to play all the mac,
But everytime they tried, i’ve said «that's not it!»
But not this man, he’s got the right potion, baby rub it down
And make it smooth like lotion.
he’s the origional highway to Heaven.
from seven to seven he’s got me open like 7 eleven, and
Yes it’s me that he’s always choosin.
with him i’m never loosin,
And he knows that my name is not susan.
he always has heavy
Conversation for the mind, whuch means a lot to to me cuz good men
Are hard to find.
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta might good man!
(repeat 4 times)
Whatta mighty mighty good man!
know what i’m saying?
whatta
Might mighty good man ya’ll!
ya’ll don’t hear me.
now check
Him out.
My man gives real lovin, that’s why i call him killa.
he’s not a Wam bam, thank-you-ma'am, he’s a thrilla.
he takes his time,
And does everything right.
knocks me out with one shot for
The rest of the night.
he’s a real smooth brotha, never in a Rush.
and he gives me goose pimples with every single touch, spends
Quality time with his kids when he can.
secure in his manhood
Cuz he’s a real man.
a lover, and a fighter, and he’ll knock
Another out.
don’t take him for a sucka, cuz it’s not what he’s
About.
everytime i need him, he always got my back.
never dis-
Respectful, cuz his momma taught him that.
Whatta man, whatta man, whatta man, whatta mighty good man!