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[Richie Rich] Pac
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[Tupac] Hey
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[Richie Rich] What's happenin'
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[Tupac] Not MuthaFuckin double R... Richie Rich
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[Richie Rich] What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it
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[Tupac] Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out dis bitch...
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It's time for me to uhhh regulate
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[Richie Rich] For sure
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[Tupac] Observe
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[Richie Rich] and you ain't going back
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[Tupac] Na na na,
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we got to show these muthafucka's whats up though
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[Richie Rich] this is for tha honeys... the superstars
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[Tupac] I don't want to be her man...
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I want to be her nigga, you feel me
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[Richie Rich] Well let'em know...
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(Tupac)
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You fuckin wit' niggas thats insecure watered down
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my shit is pure
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write down my number but don't call me till you sure
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I ain't beggin' just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
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Drippin' wet, as we experiment in sweaty sex
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When you met me you wouldn't let me
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And know you straight beggin to sex me
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got you undressing to test me and uhh...
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(Richie Rich)
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Shoot me down if ya want
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and miss tha chance ta do it live
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When I stroll by I see that look in yo eye
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You wants a nigga
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but think that you can't have a nigga
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don't cheat ya'self, instead treat ya'self
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if you scared go to church
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I know it hurts
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to find out me and ya man be sharin' skirts
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(Tupac)
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I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
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but cha body is bangin' got me attracted in a strong way
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After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
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Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway
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Ya fantasies come alive
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ya heart rate shall increase when we meet up
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In this dark place
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Ya might think ya happy with him
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but that's a lie...
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so give this thug a try
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Chorus
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I'd ratha be ya N-I-G-G-A
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so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
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it don't matta if you lonely baby
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you need a thug in ya life
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cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right
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(Tupac)
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Now you was sprung from tha introduction
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My conversations full of game get laced with seductions
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I see ya blushin' like ya want somethin'
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come get a taste of Amerikaz most wanted
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and lets get into some touchin'
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my erotic fuckin'
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My up and down with no interruptions
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have no intentions of bustin' until ya learn ya lesson
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Now many questionz are often asked
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A drop top,
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500 benz and plenty cash to help a nigga get that ass
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(Richie Rich)
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You can ride a smoke ho
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to get ya lobster and crab
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cuz all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
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I'm a listen when it hurts
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I'm a hang out but never stay
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smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to SuperDave
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I'll be ya nigga
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as long as we can understand
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that I's the nigga
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smoke coke and be the man
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he winein' and dinin'
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but me and you we wine and grind
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and when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines
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Chorus
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It's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A
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so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
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it don't matta if you lonely baby
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you need a thug in ya life
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cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right
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It's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A
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so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
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it don't matta if you lonely baby
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you need a thug in ya life
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cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right
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(Tupac)
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Now, it's time
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for the moment of truth
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i got cha naked
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totally sweatin'
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let's see how hot I can make it
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tongue kissin' till yah head swang
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I'm so into you
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Witness the nigga that make the bed bang
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if its all mine
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then let me know
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now scream my name out
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Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow
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Not to mention
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The multiple postions, I'm invent
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A boss playa freakymutha fucka get a dick
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(Richie Rich)
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UHH
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It's only popin'
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now you see what i was seein'
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why yo eyez rollin'
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loosin' up girl
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I ain't goin' nowhere
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Let's let that sucka stay out there
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While he stress out and I
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I stretch out tha cock
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hold tha boots and let tha nigga execute
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and though you got it right
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I'm going home tonight
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(Tupac)
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You say you don't need a man but I don't care
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you in tha presence of a playa
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Chorus
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It's time ta be ya N-I-G-G-A
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so we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
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it don't matta if you lonely baby
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you need a thug in ya life
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cuz bustas ain't lovin ya right
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I'd ratha |