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 fuck 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 shit 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) Shit, 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 bitch Keep that thang standing tall for a boss bitch Game mean, keep it clean for a boss bitch Grab a pen and paper, seven digits of a boss bitch Oh shit, 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 bitches 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 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 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 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 don't 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