T.I. Lyrics

Album: I'M SERIOUS

I Can't Be Your Man Lyrics

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 fuckin'

 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 goddamn business

 Look bitch, some shit 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 shit be cool for a month and a half

 All of a sudden you frontin' and showin your ass

 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 shit 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 shit, 

 I'm cheatin' cause you aint shit

 I can't be your man

 Every time I walk in the house you sittin' on that goddamn 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 shit shorty, I'm droppin yo ass 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

 Shit, 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 slut 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 shit

 You cheated on him shorty, can you blame him?

 I can't be your man

 You ain't fend to bring that bullshit to me

 I don't want naan parts of it

 I can't be your man

 Look here man

 Get that shit 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 nigga 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 muthafuckin' furniture shorty

 I can't deal with that shit man 

 Get a damn job

 Do something for me

 Lazy bitch, All the bad bitches 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

 Goddamn shorty, I gotta do every thing round this sumabitch

 A lazy bitch, ain't nothing worse than a lazy bitch shorty wasted talent