Текст песни What′z Ya # Number
What′z ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.
Waitin for the nimphoes.
That′s the intro.
Shoot when ya rush me.
Walked up and touched me.
Why? Do you want to f**k me?
Just ′cause 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 f**k 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.
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.
Chorus repeats 2X
(Girl and Tupac converse)
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 f**ked?
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.
G:Then I put it in my mouth. I f**ked it.
2:Ooh, you did.
G:Ooh, I did.
G:F**ked it and f**ked 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.
G:Yeah, you did.
2:Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
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.
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, you got my dick hard. I can′t find the steering shift you got me
so f**ked up. I′m playin with myself and shit.
G:Can I shift your gear?