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Ll Cool J

Can`t Think

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I`ma give ally`all somethin, word upWord up - all my live cats out there gonna love me for this oneUh-huh.. they gon` be like,"Yo you, you need to listen to that joint L made"Heh-heh.. word upThat`s the joint you gotta listen to, y`knahmean?Check this out y`allI got the key that fits the lock of a real dog`s mind BThe answer to the question chicks ask most the time seeWhy 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 definecause he beefin when he broke but he arrogant when he shineIt fucks you up, you wonder if you wastin timeMention marriage, he lit a Dutch and peeped out the blindsWhat different niggaz feels in they hearts is scaryI 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 hairyI used to have to think of shit to keep `em comin, you niggazfeel me?Baby or no baby I wasn`t loyal or nuttinJust me and my niggaz on tour, frontin and hittin somethinRed lipstick prints all over my drawersOh you wanna be an actress huh? Well my movie`s hardcoreLike Dungeons & Dragons; gettin brains in a Benz wagonStep out, jeans saggin, crew laughinGettin blazed by the fiend for ten bones a pieceNuttin but the dog in me needin to be releasedThis is usChorus: Carl ThomasYou know that I do, the best that I canBut you don`t seem to love me no more, no moreI try to please you, and be your manBut 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 tenderloinsin every rap cat`s face, with some ol` flirty shit to sayNeed to go home, wash your kids up, and put your tits awayMe and my clique in motion, champagne and AlizeGot your mind bubblin crazy, wanna flip Cool JSpend your last on your hairdo, but you ain`t save a dimeto put your child through college baby, now have you?Go get a job interview, your bad-ass kids a curfewand skip that "Bills Bills" shit broads is goin throughI know this prostitute who said that life ain`t cuteChild born with a destiny only God can disputePlayers giggle and laugh, flashin gats and cashMy dogs don`t care about you Boo, they like your assTold me if I call and your man answer, ask for Lso he can say, "No L live here," our code is illTell him you about to catch a flick with SherellPlottin and schemin in the shower, masturbatin on the cellThe neighborhood hustler, that cat we all knowThat nigga we grew up with, son from next do`My dream was to flow and escape the hell belowbut the demons in my life set fire to my doughI thought about murder, I vowed my revengelike the devil`s pumpin hate through my heart with a syringeThis is usChorus[LL Cool J]They say a man gon` be a man, but that`s only half the scenarioYou nag a cat, you givin him a license to fuck a hoeWhen a man come home late, he want his girl to say helloNot hear all that bullshit, bout, "Nigga where you go?"Fried chicken ready, t-shirt and panties at the stoveMessages written down, blunt rolled ready to goGive me a hug, not too long, give me spaceWhen a cat got issues don`t need you all up in his faceRub your breasts, kick back, smile a littleIf it`s rainin outside, chill, listen to the drizzleNow kiss my chest, call me SupermanPull down my boxers by the Calvin Klein band(?) wash it, enjoy the flavor, I return the favorThis behavior, should save yafrom me all night freakin, with a nineteen year-oldhalf naked Puerto Rican, creamy ass leakinEvery man will agree, when she nag it`s killin meI don`t always wanna talk about how the world is shittin on meI sip some Alize and meditate the pain awayAnd get in my own zone where I wanna be alone for soloReminisce with photosAnd missed opportunities to make some dough flow, you know?Chill, relax baby, support me from the backgroundBelieve in my dreams, instead, you and your girls sat `roundcomplain about, who`s tradin ass for cashIf there ain`t no trust then just us can`t lastThis is us, I know you feelin thatThink about that shit, word upChorus[Carl Thomas]Your man, your man, your manEverything we`ve been through yeahAll the places we`ve been yeahJust don`t know if I`ll be the same again, haEver since you walked all all over me, haAnd even if we bring this back together, haYou know it won`t be the same, no no no noNo no no no no, haOhhh I, I, baby I, tried to be your manWhoahoahhohhh, ohhhhh yeahhhhhHooo hooo hoooCan`t you hear meee? Can`t you hear meee?Whoahhhh..

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