[Intro (T.I.)]

Want to be your man, please...tell you why

(I know what y'all thinking)

Doop doop doop doop doop doop

(First he can't be my man, now he want to be my man)

(I wish this nigga make his mind up)

Can't live my life...tell you why

(All my niggaz man we gonna have be 21 bout this shit you know)

Oh baby, oh baby

(We gonna step out the trap for one sec, one sec)



[Verse 1]

Now what I got to say, seal with a kiss

Know I can't be your man why I feel like this

What I need with a woman when I live like this

Different chicks running in and out the crib like this

Maybe five, maybe six, seven, eight'll be enough

Plus the twins make ten but for you I give it up

Set times to the side just for us to live it up

Walking out a rav farm, purple label linen dove

It's hard for me to discuss what I had vision for us

Lots of trust, and a crib worth a couple million plus

So what if I got a pass, labelled a dirt bag

By the minute, hearts I broken and women I hurt bad

Might I add Christian Dior and fur jackets

A part of the pack, but still far from a marriage

It's easy to lose balance when hearts just start caring

With the attractions apparent, its hard to stop staring



[Hook]

Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, come here I need to tell you sumthin

(Tell you why)

Hey shorty let me tell you sumthin, wanna talk need to tell you sumthin

(doop doop doop doop doop doop doop)

Lil mama let me tell you sumthin, I wanna tell you sumthin

(Cant live my life...without you)

Hey baby let me tell you sumthin, Shorty I've been meaning to tell you sumthin

(Oh baby, oh baby)



[Verse 2]

If I can get a little bit of your time, shorty

I got some shit I want to get out my mind, and I know

You get enough of niggaz hollering ya fine (hey

ask...ask ya friend man, man I got this)

Introductions seem to bug you, them partnas of mine

My bad, I know you think I'm probably lying

Then imma stop to conversate, relates all of ya time...man

Look, but half of that shit is all in ya mind

Say you should follow your heart and I'm follow my mind

But anyway, when I see yo' face

Im thinking three or four days in Montego Bay

At the Half Moon, but I know she gon' say

I already have too many hoes, I know

But if I had you, all the dough I'd blow

On eleven karat pink stones trillion row

I wanna be the reason why you showing ya teeth

Without a worry in the world when you rolling with me



[Hook]



[Roger Troutman's - "I Want To Be Your Man" plays]