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 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