[Intro: Jazze Pha]
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Ladies and gentlemen! (And gentlemen)
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This, is a Jazze Phizzile produc-shizzle (Jazze Pha, Jazze Pha)
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My nizzle! (My nizzle) Ha!
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Outlawz! (Outlawz) 2Pac, Makaveli!
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Still breathin, yeah, woo - wooo-WHEEE!
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[Verse One: 2Pac]
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A picture of perfection, the object of a nigga affection
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Partners in passionate sex, a place to put my erection
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Fantasies of you in submission, freaky positions
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Pushin permanent twistin I'm on a mission got me on the mash
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Tried to dig, you was screamin when I did
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Steady yellin out spots for me to hit, and aww shit
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Soon as I seen her saw us playin hide the weiner
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Wanna "Freak Like Me," fuck Adina
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Up and down is the object, side to side
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Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can I come inside
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Say you don't feel it that's a lie, you just scared to get this
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penitentiary dick, the trot caught your eye
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when I walked by, I said, "Hi"
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But you was so shy, I can't lie, damn near stuttered when you walked by
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You want me to lick it and even worse
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Got your heart set on me goin first, and that ain't no fair exchange
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[Chorus: Jazze Pha]
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You do me
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And if it's worth it baby I'll return the favor
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And give it back to you
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A fair exchange, on everythang
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Let me tell you that's the way it's gotta be
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Open your eyes baby, recognize a player
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Give it up to me (give it to me give it to me)
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A fair exchange, you know the game
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We can do the damn thang, thang, thang
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[Verse Two: 2Pac]
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Open your legs
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Got me watchin like it's a million, you tremble from the feelin
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Look up, cause I got mirrors on the ceiling
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And if you willin, then we can ride until the sun shine
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And just for fun, I betchu I can make you cum sixty-one times
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Close your eyes, let me heat it up
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Cause when we fuck I refuse to bust a nut until I beat it up
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Drop the top, time to fuck while the wind blow
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Baby throw yo' legs out the window
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Remember on the balcony, bend over baby bounce on me
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And let me hit it where it counts and flee
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Remember me? "I Get Around," and I'm haunted by my temptations
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Sexual participation, my motivation
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Even though I like the way you work it
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You don't deserve it cause you walk around actin like you perfect
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Took a while but I finally got it, and like a boss player
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Bitch you ain't doin me no favors, fair exchange
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[Chorus]
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[Verse Three: 2Pac]
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Now yo' attitude ain't realistic
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Yeah it's true I'm gettin pussy, but baby you gettin dick!
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And since you bein laced with the penetration
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It's only right to show a form of appreciation
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Instead of fakin like you can't hear the bed shakin
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In bed naked you so twisted think yo' legs breakin
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You said take it so I'm blind in my passion, how long will I last?
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Doggie style steady pumpin on that ass, until I blast
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And then I laugh as we lay back
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See I wait 'til you asleep and that's the payback
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Cause you actin like you did somethin, givin me a piece
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I had you mufflin your screams in the sheets, fuckin with me
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A true digger that love triggers, a thug nigga
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Hustlin bitches like drug dealers
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Before I say goodbye, put an end to all the games
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Here's my number for another fair exchange
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[Chorus] - repeat 2X
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Fair Exchange
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| 2Pac |
