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What'z ya phone #

par 2Pac (Tupac Shakur)

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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 fuck 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?

If you really wanna fuck 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 bitches
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

(Girl and Tupac converse)
G:Hello?
2:Hello? who is this?
G:Is this Tupac?
2:This is who?
G:Is this Tupac?
2:Yeah, it´s Tupac. Who dis?
G:Hi baby. How are you?
2:I´m aiight. What´ up baby?
G:You don´t recognize the voice?
2:You recognize my voice, huh?
G:Do you recognize MY voice?
2:Nah, I know you?
G:Yeah, you know me. I guess you don´t recognize me when I´m talkin.
2:Where I know you from? Where I know you from?
G:You just know me, baby.
2:Where? Talk up I can´t barely hear you.
G:You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.
2:Oh, we fucked?
G:Oh baby, did we ever.
2:Oh, tell me about it baby.
G:I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and
stroked it up and down.
2:OOOOH!
G:Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it.
2:Ooh, you did.
G:Ooh, I did.
2:Shit!
G:Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came.
2:Did I come?
G:Ooh, baby: everywhere, everywhere. You don´t remember me yet?
2: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?
G:You rocked it.
2:Did I?
G:Yeah, you did.
2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
G:Mmmmmm
2:Heh, heh. Eh, so what cha doin right now, though?
G:Me and my finger are gettin aquainted.
2:How many you got?
G:I got ten. But only one is workin.
2:Oh, well can I come over there?
G:If you want to.
2:Do I want to? Do a bear shit in the woods and
wipe his ass with a rabbit.
G:Mmm. You gon rock it baby?
2:Hell yeah, I´m gon rock it baby.
G:Like you did before?
2:No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.
G:Mmmm, baby.
2: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.
G:Knock it out, baby, knock it out.
2: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.
G:You know which hole feel the best.
2:We fin to see tonight, though.
G:I´m gon make you remember me.
2:Oh, yeah.
G:Yeah.
2:Oh yeah, you got my dick hard. I can´t find the steering shift you got me
so fucked up. I´m playin with myself and shit.
G:Can I shift your gear?
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