* Carlos Santana only plays guitar [Intro - Big Boi] Booooooom, boooooom, booooom... Santana's in the room Booooooom, boooooom, booooom... Mary J's in the room Booooooom, boooooom, ba-BOOM booom... Big Boi, Beat Bullies let's ride, WOOF!! [Chorus 2X - Mary J. Blige] I got a man and he's so good to me I give love and he gives it back to me Say it for me once if you know what I mean I said, my man's what a man's supposed to be La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) Aaaaah, la-da-da-daaaaa [Verse One - Mary J. Blige] He opens his arms, and holds on to me He tells me he loves me, and ohhh I feeeeel it And all that I am, and all that I'll be-ee Is there in his eyes, when I hear him sayin' pleeeeeease [Big Boi (Sleepy Brown)] (Who loves you baby?) I do, I do trust you See see this ain't just bout havin s**, I don't even have to touch you But you lustful I'm buggin, you feel me bulgin while we huggin We all over one another - scattered, covered, smothered You're my choosey lover, never lovin others, only rubbin me [me] Satisfy Big to the utmost mentally and physically [-ly] Every king must crown a queen to make his kingdom mean anything Thro', thick and slim we gon' win, we a TEAM by any means, shy'all [Chorus 2X] La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) Aaaaah, la-da-da-daaaaa [Verse Two - Mary J. Blige] The TOUCH of his hand, the sound of his voice The way that he loves me, 'til he knows I feeeeel it And all through the night, forever rejoice The angel above me, starts to sweetly sing to meeeeeeee... [Big Boi (Sleepy Brown)] (Who loves you baby?) I do, I do adore you I'm the best man for the job, another man couldn't do nothin for ya Cause you're spicy just like me, we come together like thunder and lightning With all of that scratchin and bitin - so excitin it's frightening! I'm your do-right MAN and you're my do right not my just for to-night woman Makin me feel just like a baker - quick to put sumthin in your oven! Not no dumplin's or no stuffin but our own lil' flesh and blood'n A bouncin lil' baby sumthin, pretty gurl or handsome son chiiiiild.. [Chorus] La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) La-la-la-laaaaaaaaa (laaaa-laaaa-laaaaa) Aaaaah, la-da-da-daaaaa [Outro - Mary J. Blige] He opens his arms... And hooooooooolds on to me... I got a man, yeah.. I got a maaaan, yeah yeeaaaaaaah, yeah (My man's what a man's supposed to be...) It's what a man's supposed to be Yeah, 'ey, eyyyyyy-EYYYYYYYY (My man's what a man's supposed to be...) YEAH yeah IIIIIIIIIIIII got a man! IIIIIIIIIIIII got a man! (My man's what a man's supposed to be...) IIIIIIIIIIIII got a man-yea yeaaaaaaaah errrrhah yeah... [Carlos Santana plays a soul-touching guitar riff til music fades]