What`z Ya Phone # Lyrics

What`z Ya Phone # lyrics

What'z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.
It's
instrumental.
Waitin for the nyphos.
That's the intro.
Shook 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?
(Repeat once more)


Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.
Wanted
this fine seat.
Personally rushed [???]
If I see ya right.
Now she can
get me hard
Didn't wanna talk to me, till she see my car.
Never had sex
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 hear 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)
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 this?
G:Hi baby. How are
you?
2:I'm aiight. What'z 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:Ooh, 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?