2pac - Whatz Ya Phone Lyrics

What'z Ya Phone

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 f*** 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 f*** 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]
[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 fuc***?
[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 fuc*** it.
[2:] Ooh, you did.
[G:] Ooh, I did.
[2:] Shit!
[G:] Fuc*** it and fuc*** 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 pu***? What a ni*** do to the pu***?
[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 pu***
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 fuc*** up. I'm playin with myself and shit.
[G:] Can I shift your gear?