I Can't Be Your Man

Yo, to the ladies

One mo' message from T.I.P.

I represent every man in America, no 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 want to know?

Here it is

My gut say I don't love her, she say we just fuckin'

Nothin' against you, it's just that I hate tuxes

She want to 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 goin', when I'm comin' back when I bounce

Running her mouth, calling herself the queen of the south

Redecorate the crib, throwing 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 makin all sorts of digits

From KeKe's to Chanique's, to Bianca's and Brigette's

Poppin' up unannounced, shorty call 'fore you visit

Nothin' about a number, mind your goddamn business

Look big, some shit 'bout Tip won't change

We can hang, but I gotta let you know one thang

I can't be your man

It ain't you, it's me, I'm 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 somebody better than me

I can't be your man

You deserve much more, I'm no good to you shorty

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' about what you got

Shorty, look what you had

Before me, it was pull-out couches and militant bags

Now she mad 'cause she ain't got a TV 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

I can't be your man

I don't cheat, 'cause I ain't shit

I'm cheating 'cause you ain't shit

I can't be your man

Every time I walk in the house, you sittin' on that goddamn couch

You ain't got nothin' 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

Hey, pack yo' shit shorty, I'm dropping yo' ass off at yo' mami house

Right now

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 wanna let him go, but what fo'

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 acts

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, 'cause

I can't be your man

I'm here for four days, shorty, four days

I can't change the world

I can't be your man

He don't treat you right?

What that got to 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 gonna bring that bullshit to me

I don't want none parts of it

I can't be your man

Look here, man, get that shit out of my face, kick rock

I can't be your man

I ain't gonna have nothing to do with it

There will be none of that 'round here

I can't be your man

Besides shorty, you talk too much

I can't deal with it

I can't be your man

You said you work where?

Mickey D, get the hell out of here shorty

Man, look, 'ey, 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

Lo-, complain, wha-, you ain't got what?

Shorty, when I met you, shorty, you were barefooted

Sittin' on the railroad track with some straw in your mouth

What the hell you complainin' about what you got now

What, ****, you got steak and eggs right here

I'm sayin', what the business is?

Get the hell out of here, man

Hey, man, you need to show me some appreciation 'round here

You in the damn living room

More than the motherf***in' 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

Thirty damn dollars, the cable bill ain't but thirty damn dollars, shorty

Why don't you change, flip the mattress

Man, wash some clothes, change a lightbulb

Goddamn, shorty, I gotta do everything 'round this son of a bitch

A lazy bitch ain't nothin' worse than a lazy bitch, shorty, wasted talent