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T.I. lyrics : "I Can't Be Your Man"

Yeah,
To the ladies,
One mo' message from T.I.P.,

I represent every man in America,
Naw,the world


You wanna know what he what he
thinkin' bout when he ain't
talkin to you bout why he can't

be your man you sure you wanna know

Here it is


[Verse 1]
My girl say I don't love her

She say we just $#&@in'
Nothin' against you
It's just that I hate tux

She wanna toast with the Mo' and the ice
Throwin' the rice
Wake up with me for the rest of your life

Ask me where I'm going,when I'comin back when I bounce
Runnin her mouth, call herself the queen of the south
Redecorate the crib throwin satin on the couch

Catch me out adulteratin' takin' half of the house
Well it ain't she don't deserve it
Just I don't wanna give it

The life she wanna live
Shorty I don't wanna live it
Makin' money shorty's missin'

To all kind of digits
From KeKe's to Chaniques's
To Bianca's and Brigettes's

Poppin' up unannouced, shorty call 'fore you visit
Nothing about a number, mind your !@#$ business
Look (*##$, some %#@! bout Tip won't change

We can hang, but I got to let you know one thang

[Chorus]

I can't be your man
It ain't you it's me, sorry shorty
I can't be your man

Where I been, I don't see no rings on these fingers
I can't be your man
Look to the future, find someone better than me

I can't be your man
You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty


[Verse 2]
Don't it seem like %#@! be cool for a month and a half
All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your $$#

Complainin' bout what you got
Shorty look what you had
Before me, it was pull-out couches and Bilitant bags

Now she mad cause she ain't got a T.V. in her Jag
I tell you what if that ain't good enough get back on the bus
Give up the princess cuts and the Prada and stuff

I take you out to eat and you order a bottle of what?
Ungrateful wonderin' why I'm not faithful
Ballin's all good but this %#@! is just wasteful

Want me to pay your bills
Help you get a bigger crib
Shorty I don't mind helpin'

But show some initiative
Ain't brought nothin' to the table but hard times and heartache
Do something, get on the grind for God's sake

A reminder, rewind this message from your highness
For those that chose to take my kindness for blindness


[Chorus]
I can't be your man
I don't cheat cause I ain't %#@!,

I'm cheatin' cause you aint %#@!
I can't be your man
Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that !@#$ couch

You ain't got nothing better to do
I can't be your man
Cook, clean, iron, pay the water bill, shorty do something
Work with me
I can't be your man

Ay, pack you %#@! shorty, I'm droppin yo $$# off at yo mami house
Right now

[Verse 3]
One more scenario

Bout another jazzy hoe
That I met on the road
After a show in Ontario
Shorty say she got a man
That don't really scare me though

But she say he got a temper
So, but what he jealous for
Cause you told him you were cheatin
Hell, well what you tell him for
%#@!, what that got to do with Tip

You better let him know
Now she want to let him go
But what for
So you can get with me and keep being a !@#% hoe
I don't think so baby better stay where you at
I'm no good for you

Never mind the way that he act
You got a kid and a crib with him
What's better than that
I'm in town for the week you better settle for that

[End Chorus]
I can't be your man

I'm here for 4 days shorty, 4 days
I can't change the world
I can't be your man
He don't treat you right?
What that gotta do with me?
I can't be your man
He be cussin' you out and %#@!

You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?
I can't be your man
You ain't fend to bring that bull%#@! to me
I don't want naan parts of it
I can't be your man
Look here man
Get that %#@! out of my face

Kick rocks
I can't be your man
I ain't fend to have nothing to do with it
Their will be none of that round here
I can't be your man
Besides shorty you talk to much
I can't deal with it

I can't be your man
You say you work where
Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty
Man look ay, I can't deal with it
You got too much baggage with you man
You and little, uh,uh,uh little Opus Cunningham
Y'all kick rocks down the damn street

I can't deal with it shorty
N...,complain...,what..., you ain't got what?
Shorty when I met you shorty you was barefooted
Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in yo mouth
What the hell you complainin' about what you got now
Wh-Wh-What ^!$$% you got steak and eggs right here
I'm sayin, what the business is?
Get the hell out of here man
Ay man you need to show me some appreciation round here
You in the damn living room more than the mutha$#&@in' furniture shorty
I can't deal with that %#@! man
Get a damn job
Do something for me
Lazy (*##$, All the bad (*##$es in the world and I had to hook up
With the sorriest hoe in America
Why don't you take the weight off my back every now and then
why don't you pay a bill
30 damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but 30 damn dollars shorty
Why don't you change the..., flip the mattress
Man wash some clothes, change a light bulb
!@%& shorty, I gotta do every thing round this suma(*##$
A lazy (*##$, ain't nothing worse than a lazy (*##$ shorty wasted talent

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