Cypress Hill What`s Your Number? Lyrics

What`s Your Number? Lyrics

Let's go

[B-Real]
I met her a club, her friend liked me but she
didn't
She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
She didn't
wanna be one of those hoes
In clothes exploiting her body from head to
toes
She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips
On the dance floor and
every nigga's flashing her grip
Trying to impress her in vain she gave no
play
Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way
I thought to
myself let it go and roll on, B
But like Smokey said she really had a hold
on me
I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her
Voices in
my head said she's tantalizing ya
Even if I moved to the other side of the
party
I had pictures in my head of her moving that body
I was beside
myself with hunger pain
So I slowly walked over and I asked her
name

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
What's your name, what's your number?
I'd
like to get to know you
Can we have a conversation?
The night is young,
girl give me a chance!

[B-Real]
She gave a smile but I got no answer
though
I took a while before she gave a chance she's acting cold
I
offered her a drink she turned me down blat
She said if you want my name you
gotta do better than that
I said OK, now your shit don't stink
I'ma walk
away only tried to buy you a drink
As I began to walk away she said I'm
sorry for real
But every guy in the club tried slipping me pills
I don't
trust guys each and every one will lie to you
I said I understand but it's
not what I try to do
I wasn't even gonna come to your table
But if I
didn't I knew that I'd regret it later
I go after what I want but I got
class
For me no need to slip a pill if I want ass
She gave me a funny
look I couldn't tell what it meant
She let her guard down and on our
conversation went

[Chorus]

[B-Real]
She said I want a man with
a plan and ambition
Not an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission"
I'm too
good for that I have so much to offer
Got a good job working at my mom and
dad's law firm
You got goals, that's what she asked
Yeah I wanna fill my
home with platinum plaques
It takes hard work but you know it's coming
after
She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!'
I do all right
but I'm never satisfied
I'm told when you still love what you do it never
gets old
I strive for more but that's enough about me
Why don't we skip
out the club and take a walk on the street
We slipped out of the club with
no worries
Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry
We hung all night till
we lost our friends
Till they caught us bangin in the back of a
Benz

[Chorus - 2X]