What'z Ya Phone # (Explicit) - 2Pac/Candy Hill

What's ya phone number

Now I can make music for ya tempo

It's just a mental written for the nymphos

That's a intro

Shook when you rush me

Woke up and touched

Why do you wanna f**k me

Just cause I'm paid in the worst way true

Looking kinda good in ya birthday suit

I wonder if you wild and ya act shy

Do you like to be on top or the backside

Watch when you lick yo lips

Shake yo hips

God damn I love that sh*t

Let's stop faking be real now

I got a room and a hard on still down

You been staring a bar full of black dudes

Say you wanna see my scar and my tattoos

When we headed for my hide out act right

I'm a playa when I ride out thats right

What's ya phone number

Baby it's a show

And we can get on all night

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

To three or maybe four

I'm ready for it all I'm down

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

Sh*t you gotta work for the number

Work a lil bit harder for my naked slumber

Tryna get it on the come up

Ease breeze 1-2-3 won't get it from me no

Can you think a lil farther

Baby throw me them keys and I'll push the Galada

And I ain't tryna barter

Vice grips on my hips

And my lips on the tip

Now let ya face take a taste

I promise I will squirt and it won't be mase

Dumb sprung up in my place

When you leave it ain't ya shoes but my neck you lace

Now tell me now can you roll with a boss b**ch

Keep that thang standing tall for a boss b**ch

Game mean keep it clean for a boss b**ch

Grab a pen and paper seven digits of a boss b**ch

Baby it's a show

And we can get on all night

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

To three or maybe four

I'm ready for it all I'm down

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

Oh sh*t baby is a dime piece

More than just my piece

Personally best from the Gods

If I seen her right now

She could get me hard

Didn't wanna talk to me just to see my car

Never had sex with a rich rap star

'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car

Tell me why do we live this way

Money over b**ches let me hear you say

What's yo phone number

Are you alone

Got a pocket full of rubberslet roam

Til I tell ya girlfriend to take you home

I had fun but baby gotta leave me alone

Picture in my rhyme take time to

Rewind these ordinary words I say

If you opening ya mouth

Immediately you find it's time to let the Outlawz play

I know you wanna f**k lemme hear you say

Give it to you good til I come in ya face

Keep it running like a faucet

You the boss niggaaaaa

Don't be scared to toss it up betcha cum quickaa

I know how you keep it so thuggish thuggish

Feel it through ya fingas how you grip this sh*t

Got ya hittin' it like a bat

Yea hit it like a bat

Like yea mayne I'm high like a plane

In the back of a G5

Got my legs 'bout a mile high

Got you gripping on my thighs

Boy ya hands on fire

Poppin' bottle looking at my shadow

How we get it

And no stoppin' how we did it

I don't know I just know I gotta get some

So ruthless when I f**k better duck

When you see me whip 'Pac in the truck

Rolling like a 8 Ball

Now lemme break you off

Baby it's a show

And we can get on all night

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

To three or maybe four

I'm ready for it all I'm down

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

Baby it's a show

And we can get on all night

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)

To three or maybe four

I'm ready for it all I'm down

(Baby lemme give you a call

How long will it take to break you off)