T.I. Lyrics
T.I. Lyrics
"I Can't Be Your Man Lyrics"
Yes Mr. Peters Lyrics
Hello (hello dear will the same place be alright) Yes indeed Mr Peters I can work late tonight (Dear is she near can't she hear what you say) You're right Mr Peters and I'm leaving right away (Are you sure she's not listening on the other line) No of course not Mr Peters you can call me anytime (What if she knows just where you go each time you get my call) Don't worry Mr Peters cause my wife don't mind at all (Please hurry up dear cause I'm so in love with you) I know exactly how you feel cause I feel the same way too (Tell me dear how much longer must we live this life) I don't know Mr Peters but I should be there by night (Well don't be late I can't wait to
Hello (hello dear will the same place be alright) Yes indeed Mr Peters I can work late tonight (Dear is she near can't she hear what you say) You're right Mr Peters and I'm leaving right away (Are you sure she's not listening on the other line) No of course not Mr Peters you can call me anytime (What if she knows just where you go each time you get my call) Don't worry Mr Peters cause my wife don't mind at all (Please hurry up dear cause I'm so in love with you) I know exactly how you feel cause I feel the same way too (Tell me dear how much longer must we live this life) I don't know Mr Peters but I should be there by night (Well don't be late I can't wait to
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 some
Party Lyrics
The week's end, tonight tonight Well it's the weekend, come on, all right Party, Party, Party, Party For a good time, stand in no line For the best time, stand in no line Party, Party, Party, Party Shake down, break down, everybody's coming 'round, the whole place jumping up, the people coming, all the high kids coming Party, Party, Party, Party
one better than meThe week's end, tonight tonight Well it's the weekend, come on, all right Party, Party, Party, Party For a good time, stand in no line For the best time, stand in no line Party, Party, Party, Party Shake down, break down, everybody's coming 'round, the whole place jumping up, the people coming, all the high kids coming Party, Party, Party, Party
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,
What's Up Wit Dat Lyrics
[Juvenile] Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case My daddy was slangin iron back in '78 Is you listenin to it nigga I'm I settin you straight Tha next one of you niggas that come at me sideways We'll be entertained wit 4 or 5 K's Probably might get killed in 4 or 5 ways Probably won't be found fo bout 4 or 5 days Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days Better not tell me shit when I'm upset Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of y'all would get wet 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 s
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
[Juvenile] Put a limit to tha bullshit and give me some space Nigga recognize tha G in me when I'm tha place I'll get mad and deliberately spit in yo face I ain't no pretty boy nigga I'm a felony case My daddy was slangin iron back in '78 Is you listenin to it nigga I'm I settin you straight Tha next one of you niggas that come at me sideways We'll be entertained wit 4 or 5 K's Probably might get killed in 4 or 5 ways Probably won't be found fo bout 4 or 5 days Lil Wheezy in tha pen fo bout 4 or 5 days Look he ain't in tha hood fo bout 4 or 5 days Better not tell me shit when I'm upset Cause I'll catch a flashback and all of y'all would get wet
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 s
Nevernity Lyrics
Welcome to the last few moments of our "near-life experience", that unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain... But what if all fails? What is our back-up plan to survive? Another venture to regain in so-called glory More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-clockwork turns The guilt of wishing an end to this all is tightly anchored to our lack of time... I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled The death of present time is near; farewell naivism... We're waiting for the never to come More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-cloc
horty you talk to muchWelcome to the last few moments of our "near-life experience", that unwilling to yield we struggle to sustain... But what if all fails? What is our back-up plan to survive? Another venture to regain in so-called glory More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-clockwork turns The guilt of wishing an end to this all is tightly anchored to our lack of time... I abhor the seconds - we need extended hours to flee The gravity is crushed and all floats uncontrolled The death of present time is near; farewell naivism... We're waiting for the never to come More I feel, more I fear...turns'n'turns'n'turns The demon-cloc
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