Discover the poetic beauty in ‘What’z Ya Phone No.’ by 2Pac. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of 2Pac or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
What’s ya phone number
Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes.
It’s instrumental, waitin’ for the nymphos.
That’s the intro
Shoot when ya rush me, walked up and touched me.
Why? Do you want to f*ck 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 tattoos.
When we head for my hideout, act right.
Boss playa when I ride out, that’s right.
What’s ya phone number?
If you really wanna f*ck with me, I’m ready uh
Baby, let me give you a call.
How long will it take to break you off?
If you really wanna f*ck with me, I’m ready uh
Hey baby, let me give you a call.
How long will it take to break you off?
Oh shit, baby is a dime piece.
Wanted this fine seat.
Personally rest from the bars
If I seen ya right, now she can get me
Hor didn’t wanna talk to me till she see my car.
Never had sex 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’s 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 gotten every words I say.
If you open in your mind,
Bet in a minute you’ll find it’s time, let the Outlaws play.
What’s ya phone number.
If you really wanna f*ck with me, I’m ready
Baby, let me give you a call
How long will it take to break you off?
If you really wanna f*ck with me, I’m ready
Baby, let me give you a call.
How long will it take to break you off?
Hello?
Hello? who is this?
Is this Tupac?
This is who?
Is this Tupac?
Yeah, it’s Tupac. Who dis?
Hi baby. How are you?
I’m ai’ght. What’ up baby?
You don’t recognize the voice?
You recognize my voice, huh?
Do you recognize my voice?
Nah, I know you?
Yeah, you know me
I guess you don’t recognize me when I’m talkin’ on the phone
Where I know you from? Where I know you from?
You just know me, baby.
Where? Talk up I can’t barely hear you.
You know me from when we were, you know, intimate.
Oh, we fucked?
Oh baby, did we ever.
Oh, tell me about it baby
I remember when I put that big dick in my hand and
Stroked it up and down.
Ooh!
Then I put it in my mouth. I fucked it.
Ooh, you did.
Ooh, I did.
Shit!
Fucked it and fucked it. Put me in. You came.
Did I come?
Ooh, baby everywhere, everywhere
You don’t remember me yet?
I’m starting to get a picture. Why don’t you help me out.
What did I do to the pussy baby? What a nigga do to the pussy?
Hmm you rocked it.
Did I?
Yeah, you did.
Did I do some of that Thug Passion?
Mm
Eh, so what cha doin’ right now, though?
Me and my finger are gettin’ acquainted.
How many you got?
I got ten but only one is workin’.
Oh, well can I come over there?
If you want to feel me
Do I want to?
Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with a rabbit.
Mm. You gon rock it baby?
Hell yeah, I’m gon rock it baby.
Like you did before?
No dizoubt. You gon feel that Thug Passion for real.
Mm, baby.
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 baby, I’m gon’ knock that pussy to the next week.
Knock it out, baby, knock it out.
I’m gon’ knock the taste out yo mouth, girl (ooh knock it out)
Gonna pull your hair, 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.
You know which hole feel the best.
We fin to see tonight, though.
I’m gon’ make you remember me.
Oh, yeah.
Yeah right baby
Oh yeah, you got my dick hard and you know
I can’t find the steering shift you got me so fucked up
I’m playin’ with myself and shit.
Baby can I shift your gear?
Ay you can shift all this shift baby for real
Can I shift it from the back
Do a bear shit in the woods and wipe his ass with fluffy a rabbit
Can I shift it in the front?
Hell yeah, ey you know what I wanna do though
Whatch you wanna do?
I wanna f*ck you on the balcony
While you lookin out over L.A.
You know what I mean? Just poundin’ that shit from the back
‘Cause a motherfucker hop that shit like I got hydraulics
Fixed in me, you feel me? I be hittin’ switches baby
Ooh, I feel you, yes
Hey I’m fin’ to come over there
Just wait for me sweetheart, I’m on my way right now
I’ll see you later baby, bye
Bye, boo
Yeah, I’m off to get some pussy nigga
Get some pussy