We respond to a pop song lyrics of the 90's

Warning: This is purely satirical content.

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Positive K 'I Got a Man'

Ayo sweetie, you're lookin' kinda pretty

What's a girl like you, doin' in this rough city?

(You’ve met this chick in a rough part of the city or you’re just saying this because she’s a chick by herself. Either way, it’s still a sexist thing to say!)

I'm just here, tryin' to hold my own ground

(You go girl!)

Yeah, I think I like how that sound

(You like the sound of what? This woman being able to hold her own, or the fact that she’s alone and you feel like you can shoot your shot at her? I’m going with the latter on this one.)

What you say we gets to know each other better?

(I knew it!)

That sounds good but I don't think that I can let ya

(It’s sounding like she’s got a man.)

I don't know, tell me is it so

Do you get a kick, out of tellin' brothers no?

(I doubt this one is getting a kick out of telling you ‘no’. She’s trying to be real and honest with you, which is way better than leading you and getting feelings involved.)

No it's not that see you don't understand

How should I put it, I got a man

(Bingo!)

What's your man got to do with me?

(Are you stupid? She said she has a man which means the conversation should be over, unless you just trying to be friends, which from the way you’ve been speaking doesn’t sound like it at all.)

I told ya

(Girl, you need to run away at this point.)

I'm not tryin' to hear that see

(Yeah, she’s lying. She just enjoys telling ‘brothers’ like yourself ‘no’.)

I'm not one of those girls that go rippin' around

(Correct, if you’re in a committed relationship. You wouldn’t be messing around with other people.)

I'm not a dog baby, so don't play me like a clown

(This is getting incredibly ridiculous here. She’s told you she has a man and you think she’s playing games? What in the fuck is going on here?)

I'll admit, I like how you kick it

(It’s one thing to enjoy hanging with someone and it’s another when you trying to get with someone. This dude is not seeing the ‘picture’ at all.)

Now you're talkin' baby, that's the ticket

(There’s no ‘ticket’! She likes that you’re a nice guy but lest we forget, she’s got a man!)

Now don't get excited and chuck your own in

I already told ya, I got a man

(You’ve got a man but I’m still going to shoot the shot cliché.) 

What's your man got to do with me?

(How would you feel if some dude tried to use the same lines on your girlfriend?)

I got a man

(He knows and is being stupid cliché.)

I'm not tryin' to hear that see

(Well, what do you want her to say? Get the fuck away from me?)

I got a man

(Walk away)

What's your man got to do with me?

(Harassment)

I got a man

(At this point it’s just a waste of breathe and energy.)

I'm not tryin' to hear that

(Harassment)

Now you can persist to play don juan all day

But ain't nothin' gonna change

(This whole back and forth shit is getting ridiculous and out of control.)

Yeah baby, sure you're right

I'ma break it down and do whatever I got's to do

I tell you now, I got eyes for you

(Basically, you don’t want to hear anything she has to say; and you want her to cheat on her boyfriend?)

You got eyes, but they not for me

(Nope, his eyes are on your vagina.)

You better use them for what they for and that's to see

(At a certain point you can walk away. No one is forcing you to continue with this conversation.)

You know what's the problem, ya not used to learnin'

I'm big daddy longstroke, and your man's pee wee herman

(What is she learning? How to accept being harassed? Also, how do you know what her man looks like? You’re downplaying him simply because he exists and you can’t have your way with this woman. The 90’s was an interesting time.)

I got a question to ask you troop

Are you a chef, cause you keep feedin' me soup

(Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!)

You know what they say about those who sweat theyself

You might find yourself, by yourself

(SHE HAS A MAN, HOW IS SHE SWEATING HERSELF?!!!)

I'm not waitin' because I'm no waiter

So when I blow up, don't try to kick it to me later

(Well, no one is telling you to wait. You’re setting yourself up for disappointment.)

All them girls must got you gassed

A-when they see a good thing they don't let it pass

(Well, I’m not sure how this will sway this woman to want you. She’s clearly happy with her man, so best thing is to move on.)

Well that's ok, cause see if that's their plan

'Cause for me, I already got a man

(She got a man and don’t want you cliché.)

What's your man got to do with me?

(Everything, her man is the reason she’s saying no to your advances.)

I got a man

I'm not tryin' to hear that see

I got a man

What's your man got to do with me?

I got a man

I'm not tryin' to hear that

(I got a man. I’m not trying to hear it! Was this song written by a five year-old?)

What am i, some crab inmate

That just came home from jail sweatin' you for a date?

(Why are you sweating her for a date when she’s got a man?)

I don't want no beef, I just wants to get together

(You’re going to get beef with her man if you keep at it.)

But how you talkin, pssssh, whatevah!

We can't have nothing

(But nothing was offered? I’m so confused here.)

It all depends

Well if we can't be lovers than we can't be friends

(You don’t know this woman, and you don’t even know if you two will even work out. So why are you so thirsty for her to leave her man for you?)

Well then I guess it's nothing

(We can’t be friends because I’m in love with you cliché.)

Well hey I think you're bluffing

(Yes, because women like to tell ‘brothers’ no and be on bullshit.)

Well I'ma call my man

(Maybe you should because this guy isn’t taking any of the hints you’ve been throwing out.)

Well I can get raggamuffin

(So what you’re saying is that you can get someone with ragged clothing?)

Ya better catch a flashback remember I'm not crabbin' it

(*Slow clap*)

You know my style, from I'm not havin' it

(The style of harassment)

All I remember's an excuse me miss

(And that’s all you should remember from this pointless conversation.)

You can't get a guy like me with a line like this

(I’m pretty sure she doesn’t want a guy like you with no type of lines.)

Well look I'll treat you good

(Yeah, that’s what they all say.)

My man treats me better

(My man does too, so you go girl!)

I talk sweet on the phone

(That shit don’t pay the phone bill.)

My man writes love letters

(Love letters is love letters, women like that shit.)

I'll tell you that I want you, and tell you that I care

(Keep pulling shit out of your ass.)

My man says the same except he's sincere

(She’s not having your bullshit!)

Well I'm clean cut and dapper, that's what I'm about

(None of that mean shit when it comes to being faithful and committed.)

My man buys me things and he takes me out

(Brag much?)

Well you can keep your man, cause I don't go that route

(So you don’t want to take her out? Or buy her gifts every now and then? I guess he’s done with you then. Hopefully this song is over because it’s ridiculous!)

Don't you know yu haffa respeck me

(Respect is earned not given.)

There's a lot of girls out there who won't say no

(Why don’t you find those girls that won’t say no then?)

You're out for mami with your DJ money

(Do you mean Miami? Secondly, DJs can make really good money. I don’t see what your point here is.)

Boom batter my pockets is gettin fatter

(And I’m getting stupider every second this song continues.)

I want to turn you on and excite you

(The continuation of harassing comments)

Let me know the spot on your body and I bite you

(The harassment continues)

So when your man don't treat you like he used to

I kick in like a turbo booster

(I guess relationships according to this song get old and you kick people to the curb once you’ve been with them for way too long.)

You want lovin' you don't have to ask when

(That’s a question we ask our partners all the time right?)

Your man's a headache, I'll be your aspirin

(You’ve never met her ‘man’ so how do you know that he’s a ‘headache’? She never gave you the impression that her man was a ‘headache’.)

All confusion, you know I'll solve em

(What’s the confusion? She has a man and she doesn’t want you, case closed!)

I got a man

(We know!)

You got a what?

(Bitch if you say that one more time!)

How long you had that problem?

(If having a man is a ‘problem’ why in the fuck would she want you then? Also, from the chick perspective this is a freaking awesome response from her.)

What's your man got to do with me?

(Skip)

I got a man

(Skip)

I'm not tryin' to hear that see

I got a man

What's your man got to do with me?

I got a man

I'm not tryin' to hear that

I got a man

(More back and forth bullshit. Skip!)

Ayo baby put the dial numbers or your address

(You’re either incredibly stupid or just don’t give a fuck about this woman having a ‘man’.)

I got a man (I told ya I treat you right)

I got a man (aww c'mon now ain't no future in frontin')

(Casual way of saying dump your man for me cliché.)

I'm not havin' it

C'mon miss, oh we back on that again

Uhh, I'm not tryin' to hear that see

I got a man

But your man ain't me

Uhh, uhh, I got a man

You got a what?

Uhh, uhh, uhh, I got a man

You got a what?

(The endless loop of bullshit will go on and on forever and ever.)

Overall: A 90’s song about harassment paired to a catchy beat, or a catchy dance hit about harassment from the 90’s. 

We make fun of the lyrics (we joke! We joke!)

Fair use (in US copyright law) the doctrine that brief excerpts of copyright material may, under certain circumstances, be quoted verbatim for purposes such as criticism, news reporting, teaching, and research, without the need for permission from or payment to the copyright holder. Badda-da-dah, badda-da-bah-bah Coming out'cha mouth with'cha blah, blah, blah (A scatting fight gone wrong.) Zip your lip like a padlock (Don’t you mean ‘lock’ your lips like a padlock? Padlocks don’t zip!) And meet me in the back with the Jack at the jukebox (I’m not meeting you anywhere or with anyone named ‘Jack’ or at a ‘jukebox’.) I don't really care where you live at (I don’t really care about your song either, ma’am!) Just turn around boy, let me hit that (This is usually said to women by men. Are you planning on pegging that ‘boy’? Also, when you say ‘boy’ it usually implies something horribly inappropriate.) Don't be a little bitch with your chit chat (How is having open communication in anyway shape or form being a bitch?) Just show me where your dick is at (If you don’t know where the ‘dick’ is on a man’s body. I can’t help you in any way, shape or form.) Music's up Listen hot stuff, I'm in love with this song (Cool, you like the song. Great! But can you explain why you asked the location of a man’s ‘dick’?) So just hush Baby, shut up! Heard enough Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah (Okay, you don’t have to be rude. Also, it seems like you’re the one talking that ‘blah-blah’.) Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah (Getting ‘what’? The hell out of the song? Yes, I really do want to exit stage left please!) Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar (How about you climb in the backseat of an Uber and go home? Would you prefer that?) If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah (First of all, what is the person saying that requires this degree of rudeness? Also, you can just walk away. No one is forcing you to talk to anyone! Just saying!) Boy, c'mon and get my rocks off (Now you want him to get you off. You just told him to shut up not too long ago? Either you’re interested or not? These mixed feelings are just wrong, and you know it!) Come put a little love in my glove box (I think he’s scared there’s something hiding in that ‘glove box’. Herpes singing ‘hello from the glove box!’) Wanna dance, with no pants on? (That’s not a dance. You two are having sex. Why not just say, I want you to fuck me? I mean this song has already been explicit enough. Just cut to the chase!) Meet me in the back with the Jack at the jukebox (You can get arrested for public indecency! Just saying!) So cut to the chase kid, cause I know you don't care what my middle name is (Sometimes it’s nice knowing people have middle names. It could come in handy when you have to look that person up on Facebook or Instagram.) I wanna be naked and you're wasted (Have you heard of ‘whisky dick’? Well, if he’s wasted. No sex is happening tonight. I’m sorry. No matter how drunk you are. You are not getting any ‘dick’ if he’s wasted.) Music's up Listen hot stuff, I'm in love with this song (Okay, listen to your stupid song and leave me alone.) So just hush Baby, shut up! (No, you shut up! How about that!) Heard enough Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah (You just said you wanted to have sex with him? Now you’re teasing him. I find that incredibly rude ma’am!) Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah You be delaying, you always saying some shit (How about instead of doing all the talking? Maybe, just hear what the guy has to say? Maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with you and he’s trying to exit stage left? He’s a smart man if he is!) You say I'm playin', I'm never layin' the dick (What you’re saying is, you have a ‘dick’? Okay, I’m just playing. But seriously though, I know this is a pop song. But does it have to be this stupid?) Saying, "Blah, blah, blah." Cause I don't care who you are in this bar (You obviously do care! I mean you’ve wanted this guy to fuck you and you wanted to see his ‘dick’ for the longest. Does that not count for something? Because I swear it has to!!) It only matters who I is (Only you matter and no one else. Fuck everyone in the bar! Fuck the guy you wish would shut up and have sex with you. Just fuck everyone right? I know you mean literally, but seriously. Stop being rude!) Stop ta-ta-talking that blah, blah, blah Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Blah, blah, blah (Where? I mean at this point I’m not sure you know where. Also, this teasing shit is stupid and you know it.) Think you'll be getting this? Nah, nah, nah Not in the back of my car, -ar, -ar If you keep talking that blah, blah, blah, blah, blah Oh! Blah blah blah Stop talking! (Skip) Stop ta-ta-talking that (Skip) Girl is angry that a guy is too drunk to have sex with her. She shames him and writes a godawful song that should’ve never been written in the first place.