Song Lyrics
ey common please i mean can t you see
wanna be your man wanna be your man
you think that i m the hootie you can play with but i m gon
you wanna be my man
Five o clock in the morning here s the situation, dream your lil daydream but here comes the prophecy Wannabe, if you don t learn dat lesson you ain t never gonna git with me
I wanna be your man wanna be your man, but he s waikin up my neighbors i guess i got no choice
how bad you do when you do night and day but hey
I put on my timbas and step right over you, make a try if you can, dream your lil daydream but here comes the prophecy
Not t l c honeybun just d i y, i wanna be your man wanna be your man
I wanna be your man wanna be your man, this ain t da kinda shit coz i control my destiny
not t l c honeybun just d i y
You so out of a chance i d say you better swing ya, not t l c honeybun just d i y, make a try if you can
you just ain t my type rather do lil brother
Even ring ma bell in the dark of a night, he s booty-callin me for penetration
Check yourself before you whack myself, you wanna be my man, not t l c honeybun just d i y
Make a try if you can, you wanna be my man Deenay, thirtyfife you wanna play no doubt
you just ain t my type rather do lil brother
Why s dat not what your ex-girl says, you wanna be my man, if you don t learn dat lesson you ain t never gonna git with me
this ain t da kinda shit coz i control my destiny
For you my name s deenay not baby why, make a try if you can
In the club two, i wanna be your man wanna be your man
even ring ma bell in the dark of a night
you wanna be my man
Check yourself before you whack myself, make a try if you can
He s booty-callin me for penetration, but yo looks like a twelve
Ey common please i mean can t you see, no taste from the chocolate i m so glad that i made it, i let my dog from the chain just to scare im right
Come into my life is not a song that i would sing ya, no taste from the chocolate i m so glad that i made it, check yourself before you whack myself
Here comes another, how you adn yo boyz blow up the spot when you appear Your, your style is midiocre and so is the money
i ain t gittin it honey i make my own chips ain t dat funny
you gimme all that bla bla bout how you want me near
I wanna be your man wanna be your man, ey common please i mean can t you see
here comes another
Make a try if you can, i wanna be your man wanna be your man
i put on my timbas and step right over you
even ring ma bell in the dark of a night
Dream your lil daydream but here comes the prophecy, for you my name s deenay not baby why Deenay, i ain t gittin it honey i make my own chips ain t dat funny