I Can't Be Your Man Lyrics - I'm Serious - T.i.

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 

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[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