Sing-along with T.I. - Whatever You Like

So, with the fun-filled, busy summer I've been having and look to be continuing to have... Sunday is just not a good day for the review. I'm typically trying to recover and prepare for the upcoming week on Sunday. Essentially... I'm just too lazy to post. Yet, I want to give you something. So, I came up with The Cabbage Sing-Along. Each Sunday I will present you with the lyrics of a popular (or possibly not so popular) song and my personal interpretation.

Hopefully you will find it as amusing as I do! Now, tonight I bring you "Whatever You Like" courtesy of T.I.


Hey Jill

You know the old suga daddy
They be tripin when they tell they girls
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
I said you could have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah


So, I'm guessing this little intro is a Chaucerian style "I swear I don't agree with the following items." Yeah, right. We know you be pimpin, T.I. We know you give dem girls whatever dey like. You be trippin.
[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
patron on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Baby i can treat you so special, so nice
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 1:]
Anytime you want to pick up the telephone
You know it ain't nothin to drop a couple stacks on you
Want it you could get it my dear
Five million dollar home, drop Bentley's I swear
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

So, looks like I wasn't exaggerating when I said T.I. be pimpin. Essentially, he's paying women for their bodies, then giving them the money and the car to get the hell out of his hair. "Here, woman. Dis be a car. Roll the fuck away from me until I call you back for some of that sweet stuff."
[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet nd so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 2:]
Shawty you da hottest, love the way you drop it
Brain so good (good) coulda swore you went to college
Hundred K deposits, vacations in the tropics
errbody know it ain't trickin if ya got it
Ya aint never ever gotta go to yo wallet
Long as I got rubberband banks in my pocket
Five six, rides with rims and a body kit
Ya ain't gotta downgrade you can get what I get
My chick can have what she want
And go in every store for any bag she want
And know she ain't never had a man like that
To buy ya anything your heart desire like that
Yeah I want'cho body, I need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

Yes, T.I., it do be trickin if you're paying her in cash. At least her brain so good she knows the easiest way to a man's wallet is to drop it. A college education is not necessary for that tidbit of wisdom. No worries though, she will get what you get from all the other hookers you got living on your rubberband bank.
[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet nd' so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

[Verse 3:]
I'm talkin' big boy rides
and big boy ice
Let me put this big boy in yo life
Thang get so wet, nd' hit so right
Let me put this big boy in yo life
That's right
I want'cho body, need yo body
Long as you got me you won't need nobody
You want it I got it, go get it I buy it
Tellem other broke niggas be quiet

Sex addiction? Could T.I. be our next celebrity to go sex rehab??? To be fair, I'm sure after that prison sentence you've got plenty of pent up frustrations. Be careful though, purchasing prostitutes is illegal as well as purchasing firearms. You might want to think about that.
[Chorus:]
Stacks on deck
Patrone on ice
And we can pop bottles all night
Baby you can have whatever you like (you like)
I said you can have whatever you like (you like)
Yeah
Late night sex so wet and so tight
I'll gas up the jet for you tonight
Baby you can go where ever you like (you like)
I said you can go where ever you like (you like)
Yeah

Hey Jill (Hey Jill)
So, um, who is Jill? Was she convinced to let you put your big boy in her life???

Candid Cabbage

4 comments:

  1. I used to be addicted to sex until I read this book and applied its solutions to my life. Book:


    "open to bliss" by Omid mAnkoo

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    I simply cannot be seduced

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  3. The real moral of the story is that all rappers have to do is sing about what they want to have happen to them, then it does, and they release another album talking about what happened to them.

    I'm going to start recording my debut album and call it "Shut up and give me ten million dollars."

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  4. That sounds like a plan to me! So, um, wanna be my sugar daddy?

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