(feat. Tim Armstrong)
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Let's go
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[B-Real]
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I met her a club, her friend liked me but she didn't
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She noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digits
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She didn't wanna be one of those hoes
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In clothes exploiting her body from head to toes
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She had glossy lips she was swaying her hips
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On the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her grip
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Trying to impress her in vain she gave no play
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Niggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no way
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I thought to myself let it go and roll on, B
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But like Smokey said she really had a hold on me
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I couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with her
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Voices in my head said she's tantalizing ya
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Even if I moved to the other side of the party
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I had pictures in my head of her moving that body
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I was beside myself with hunger pain
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So I slowly walked over and I asked her name
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[Chorus: repeat 2X]
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What's your name, what's your number?
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I would like to get to know you
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Can we have a conversation?
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The night is young, girl give me a chance!
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[B-Real]
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She gave a smile but I got no answer though
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I took a while before she gave a chance she's acting cold
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I offered her a drink she turned me down blat
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She said if you want my name you gotta do better than that
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I said OK, now your shit don't stink
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I'ma walk away only tried to buy you a drink
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As I began to walk away she said I'm sorry for real
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But every guy in the club tried slipping me pills
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I don't trust guys each and every one will lie to you
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I said I understand but it's not what I try to do
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I wasn't even gonna come to your table
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But if I didn't I knew that I'd regret it later
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I go after what I want but I got class
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For me no need to slip a pill if I want ass
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She gave me a funny look I couldn't tell what it meant
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She let her guard down and on our conversation went
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[Chorus]
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[B-Real]
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She said I want a man with a plan and ambition
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Not an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission"
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I'm too good for that I have so much to offer
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Got a good job working at my mom and dad's law firm
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You got goals, that's what she asked
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Yeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaques
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It takes hard work but you know it's coming after
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She said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!'
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I do all right but I'm never satisfied
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I'm told when you still love what you do it never gets old
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I strive for more but that's enough about me
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Why don't we skip out the club and take a walk on the street
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We slipped out of the club with no worries
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Seems she wanted to get out in a hurry
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We hung all night till we lost our friends
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Till they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz
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[Chorus - 2X]
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What Is Your Number?
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Cypress Hill |