written by Babyface (1989)
performed by Babyface
SPOKEN:
Hey, come here for a second
I don't like the way he treats you
He doesn't deserve you
He really don't
What kind of man
Would leave you standing in the cold
Must've been a silly one
To sacrifice a pot of gold
You're the kind of woman
That needs a man that's always there
It's not that you require a lot
Just need some tender love and care
I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Soon as I get home from work
I'll pay your rent
Your faithful lover
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie
For all that it's worth
I give good love (good love, good love, good love, good love)
It doesn't make sense
That you should have a broken heart
If I were the only one
I'd never let you fall apart
You're the kind of woman
That needs a man with lots of cash
With a stack of major credit cards
And with me you don't have to ask
I give good love
I'll buy your clothes
I'll cook your dinner too
Soon as I get home from work
I'll pay your rent
Your faithful lover
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl, I'll treat you right
And I'll never lie or flirt
Soon as I get home, soon as I get home from work
Girl I'll be around, never let you down
For all that it's worth
I give good love (good love, good love, good love, good love)
I give good love (good love, good love, good love, good love)
HOOKWell real smooth connected to the deep end bass groove
I set the precedent for emcees to lose
More than a spelling B it's compelling me
To let the I come before the E except after C to the H
to the U to the double-B, we respect that name cause the rock just G'd
All over the commercial hard like Herschel
The verse will insult but don't take it personal
Everybody knows that I'm the man and
Always got a positive plan for the fans
First concerns as the world turns
To expose the racists like Howard Sterns
George Burns, oh my God, takes a black comedian and he learns
Make more greens than ferns
Horticulture is not my main subject
The subject is microphone check one two
And you don't stop the royalty fees
The Chubbster you know he's
"Gonna get the night on fire..."
Anyway you put it when you see me you know that I'm the man
Hypothetically speaking who's speaking at the function
Well it's some genius who lives by the Junction
He's coming from a Harvard socialite luncheon
Yo -- I hear his jeep clunking
A jeep -- doesn't he make enough ends?
A genius like him should drive a Benz
Well he believes clothes don't make the man or a car
And the man still makes five hundred grand
Every six months yo the kid is no dunce
And he doesn't drink and refuses to smoke blunts
Cause the black must clear the smoke and grab the throttle
And stop livin in a bottle
The Constitution starts tearin
I hope you hear what Gil Scott was Heron/hearin
The destruction of the pirates will calm the seas
The brilliant man you know he's
"Gonna set the night on fire..."
Any female structure? Biologically I'm the man