[Intro (TI)]. 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 track 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 ???. 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 carin. With the attractions apparent its hard to stop starin. [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 meanin 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 hollerin 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 lyin. 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 rollig with me. [Hook]. [Roger Troutman's - "I Want To Be Your Man" plays]