LL Cool J] {*Thomas harmonizing in background*}

I'ma give all y'all somethin, word up

Word up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this one

Uh-huh.. they gon' be like,

"Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made"

Heh-heh.. word up

That's the joint you gotta listen to, y'knahmean?

Check this out y'all



I got the key that fits the lock of a real dog's mind B

The answer to the question chicks ask most the time see

Why my man cheat and give some bitch my heat?

Slap me one day then Sunday he's so sweet?

To me and mine, this nigga's hard to define

cause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shine

It fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin time

Mention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blinds

What different niggaz feels in they hearts is scary

I used to say shit like,

"C'mon baby, you should be honored to share me"

She used to throw the cakes up, plus the burger was hairy

I used to have to think of shit to keep 'em comin, you niggaz feel me?

Baby or no baby I wasn't loyal or nuttin

Just me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethin

Red lipstick prints all over my drawers

Oh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie's hardcore

Like Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagon

Step out, jeans saggin, crew laughin

Gettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a piece

Nuttin but the dog in me needin to be released

This is us



Chorus: Carl Thomas



You know that I do, the best that I can

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more

I try to please you, and be your man

But you don't seem to love me no more, no more



[LL Cool J]

The flipside of the coin, what team you wanna join?

You in The Tunnel every Sunday exposin your tenderloins

in every rap cat's face, with some ol' flirty shit to say

Need to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits away

Me and my clique in motion, champagne and Alize

Got your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool J

Spend your last on your hairdo, but you ain't save a dime

to put your child through college baby, now have you?

Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfew

and skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin through

I know this prostitute who said that life ain't cute

Child born with a destiny only God can dispute

Players giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cash

My dogs don't care about you Boo, they like your ass

Told me if I call and your man answer, ask for L

so he can say, "No L live here," our code is ill

Tell him you about to catch a flick with Sherell

Plottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cell

The neighborhood hustler, that cat we all know

That nigga we grew up with, son from next do'

My dream was to flow and escape the hell below

but the demons in my life set fire to my dough

I thought about murder, I vowed my revenge

like the devil's pumpin hate through my heart with a syringe

This is us



Chorus



[LL Cool J]

They say a man gon' be a man, but that's only half the scenario

You nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoe

When a man come home late, he want his girl to say hello

Not hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"

Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stove

Messages written down, blunt rolled ready to go

Give me a hug, not too long, give me space

When a cat got issues don't need you all up in his face

Rub your breasts, kick back, smile a little

If it's rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzle

Now kiss my chest, call me Superman

Pull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band

(?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favor

This behavior, should save ya

from me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-old

half naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakin

Every man will agree, when she nag it's killin me

I don't always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on me

I sip some Alize and meditate the pain away

And get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for solo

Reminisce with photos

And missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?

Chill, relax baby, support me from the background

Believe in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat 'round

complain about, who's tradin ass for cash

If there ain't no trust then just us can't last

This is us, I know you feelin that

Think about that shit, word up



Chorus



[Carl Thomas]

Your man, your man, your man

Everything we've been through yeah

All the places we've been yeah

Just don't know if I'll be the same again, ha

Ever since you walked all all over me, ha

And even if we bring this back together, ha

You know it won't be the same, no no no no

No no no no no, ha

Ohhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your man

Whoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhh

Hooo hooo hooo

Can't you hear meee? Can't you hear meee?

Whoahhhh