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What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush me. Walked up and touched me. Why? Do you want to f*ck me? Just cuz I'm paid in the worst way? True. Lookin kind a good in your birthday suit. I wonder if your wild and ya act shy. Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips, shake your hips. Goddamn, I love that shit. Yo, let's stop fakin and be real now. I got a room and a hard on. Still down? Met ya standin at a bar full of black dudes. Said ya wanna see my scars and my tatooes. When we head for my hideout, act right. Boss playa when I ride out, that's right. What'z ya phone number?
(Chorus) x2 If you really wanna f*ck with me, I'm ready. Baby, let me give you a call. How long will it take to break you off?
Oh shit, baby is a dime piece. Wanted this fine seat. ?????????????? If I see ya right. Now she can get me. Hor didn't wanna talk to me till she see my car. Never had sez with a rich rap star Till I got her in the back of my homeboy's car. Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over bit*hes. Let me here you say: What'z your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone. Time for your girlfriend to take you home. I had fun, But baby, gotta leave me alone. Picture in my rhyme. Take time to rewind these ? words I say. If you open your mind, Bet in a minute you'll find it's time. Let the Outlaws play. What'z ya phone number
Chorus repeats 2X (Girl and Tupac converse)
Girl:Hello?
Pac:Hello? who is this?
Girl:Is this Tupac?
Pac:This is who?
Girl:Is this Tupac?
Pac:Yeah, it's Tupac. Who dis?
Girl:Hi baby. How are you?
Pac:I'm aiight. What' up baby?
Girl:You don't recognize the voice?
Pac:You recognize my voice, huh?
Girl:Do you recognize MY voice?
Pac:Nah, I know you?
Girl:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don't recognize me when I'm talkin.
Pac:Where I know you from? Where I know you from? Girl:You just know me, baby.
Pac:Where? Talk up I can't barely hear you.
Girl:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate. Pac:Oh, we f*cked?
Girl:Oh baby, did we ever.
Pac:Oh, tell me about it baby.
Girl:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and stroked it up and down.
Pac:OOOOH!
Girl:Then I put it in my mouth. I f*cked it.
Pac:Ooh, you did.
Girl:Ooh, I did.
Pac:Shit!
Girl:f*cked it and f*cked it. Put me in. You came.
Pac:Did I come?
Girl:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don't remember me yet?
Pac:I'm starting to get a picture. Why don't you help me out. What did I do to the pussy? What a nigga do to the pussy? Girl:You rocked it.
Pac:Did I?
Girl:Yeah, you did.
Pac:Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
Girl:Mmmmmm
Pac:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though? Girl:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.
Pac:How many you got?
Girl:I got ten. But only one is workin.
Pac:Oh, well can I come over there?
Girl:If you want to.
Pac:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit.
Girl:Mmm. You gon rock it baby?
Pac:Hell yeah, I'm gon rock it baby.
Girl:Like you did before?
Pac:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real. Girl:Mmmm, baby.
Pac:I'm on my way though. I'm about to fly over there in a 500. It ain't gon take but a minute. Eh, light the candles. Get the baby oil out. Turn all the lights out. Drink a little bit of that shit. I'm on my way babe. I'm gon knock that pussy to the next week.
Girl:Knock it out, baby, knock it out.
Pac:I'm gon knock the taste out yo mouth, girl. I'm gon put your legs on your head. I'm a tie you up, blindfold you. And we gon play which hole feel the best.
Girl:You know which hole feel the best.
Pac:We fin to see tonight, though.
Girl:I'm gon make you remember me.
Pac:Oh, yeah.
Girl:Yeah.
Pac:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can't find the steering shift you got me so f*cked up. I'm playin with myself and shit.
Girl:Can I shift your gear?