[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 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*}