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(feat. Candy Hill) [Tupac:] (What's Ya Phone Numba?) 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*Ck 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 Lets Stop Faking Be Real Now I Got A Room And A Hard On , Still Down? U 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 Numba Songtexte [Hook: {2pac}] Baby Its 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 3 Or Maybe 4 Ready For It All (I'm Down) {Baby Lemme Give You A Call, How Long Will It Take To Break You Off} [Loui V:] Shit, You Gotta Work For The Numba Work A Lil Bit Harder For My Naked Slumber Tryna Get It On The Come Up Ease Breeze 1 2 3 Wont 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 Wit A Boss B*Tch Keep That Thang Standing Tall For A Boss B*Tch Game Mean, Keep It Clean For A Boss B*Tch Grab A Pen And Paper, 7 Digits Of A Boss B*Tch [Hook] [Tupac:] Baby You'z 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 Theh Back Of My Homeboy's Car Tell Me Why Do We Live This Way Money Ova B*Tches 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 Its Time To Let The Outlaws Play [O.C.:] I Know You Wanna Fuck Lemme Hear You Say Give It To You Good Til I Come In Ya Face Keep It Running Like A Faucet You The Boss Niggaaaaaaaa Dont Be Scared To Toss It Up Betcha Cum Quickaaa I Know How You Keep It So Thuggish Thuggish Feel It Through Ya Fingas How You Grip This Shit 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 Dont Know I Just Know I Gotta Get Some So Ruthless, When I Fuck Better Duck When You See Me Whip Pac In The Truck Rolling Like A 8 Ball Now Lemme Break You Off [Hook] Aus Songtexte Mania