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[RR] Pac
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[PAC] Hey
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[RR] What's happenin
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[PAC] Not motherfuckin double R, Richie Rich
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[RR] What's happenin baby, you know how we do it
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[PAC] Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch
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It's time for me to uhhh regulate
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[RR] Fo' sho', hey
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[PAC] Observe
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[RR] and you ain't goin back
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[PAC] Nah nah nah, we got to show these motherfuckers whassup though
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[RR] This is for the honeys, the super ?
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[PAC] I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga
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You feel me?
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[RR] Well let em know
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Verse One: 2Pac, Richie Rich
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You fuckin wit niggaz that's insecure, watered down, my shit is pure
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Write down my number but don't call me til 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, and now
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you straight beggin to sex me got you undressin to test me and uhh..
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Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
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When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
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You want a nigga, but think that you can't have a nigga
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Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
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If you scared go to church, I know it hurts
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To find out me and your man be sharin skirts
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I hopin you don't take this the wrong way
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But your 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, ya heart rate
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shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
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You might think you're happy with him
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but that's a lie, so give this Thug a try
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I'd rather be ya nigga
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Chorus: 2Pac
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I'd rather 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 matter if you lonely baby, you need a Thug in your life
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Cause busters ain't lovin you right
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(repeat 2X)
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Verse Two: 2Pac, Richie Rich
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Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
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My conversation's full of game yet laced with seductions
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I see ya blushin like ya want somethin, come get a taste
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of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin, erotic fuckin
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My up and down with no interruptions
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have no intentions of bustin until you learn ya lesson
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Now many questions are often asked, a drop top, 500 Benz
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and plenty cash, to help a nigga get the ass
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You can ride out the spoke coke, to get your lobster and crab
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Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
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and I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never stay
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Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave
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I'll be your nigga, as long as we can understand
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that I's the nigga whose spoke coke can be the man
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He wine and dine, but me and you we whine 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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Verse Three: 2Pac, Richie Rich
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Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked
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Totally sweatin, let's see how hot I can make it
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Tongue kissin til yo' head swang, I'm so into you
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Witness a nigga make the bed bang
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If it's all mine, then let me know, 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, the multiple positions I inflict
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A boss playa, freaky motherfucker, can I dick
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Uhh, it's on and poppin, now you seed what I was seein
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Why yo' eyes rollin, Luke seen ya girl I ain't goin
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nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
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While he's stresed out and knock I stretch out the cock
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Hold da boots, and let da nigga execute
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And though you got it right, I'm goin home tonight
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You say you don't need a man, but I don't care
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You in the presence of a playa, I'd rather be ya nigga
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Chorus 2.25X
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Rather Be ya Nigga
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