with your lonely games This one I'll never win Because when it's over now [Chorus] Because when it's over now We're just broken hearted star-crossed lovers When it's over now
that I left at home All alone Ain't nothin' like tryin' to bone Over the phone In my mind I can see her naked I can't take it Got me shakin' at the thought
in me, that I wanna give to you girl ['Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points] [2Pac] Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong
thug in me, that I wanna give to you ['Pac repeats "Maybe it's the thug in me" at various points] [2Pac] Moan baby when we bone it's on It's so strong
: What'z ya phone number Now I could make miracles with pimp hoes. It's instrumental. Waitin for the nimphoes. That's the intro. Shoot when ya rush
y'all beat Cause you wasn't rockin it right Tired of suckers rockin it, toss it up, is how we did it Yeah, toss it up now!
here alone When i call i just get your answer phone Something is going on Cos it's six in the morning and you still ain't home [Repeat Bridge] [Repeat
us pump on your block, fuck it, we makin it hot I'm that nigga that call the shots, with the iced out watch From the cordless cell phone, and the baby
in it ? If it?s bully you know I?m in it If it?s women I ain?t gay I got money I?ll make it rain Hold up hold up My bitches ? They don?t mean I ain
thangs (Now that's cool) You know this dog likes to roam,but you know I can't come over when ya pops is home (nope). I think it's 'bout time for you to
get itchy in the wee, wee hours Sun's just a red ball risin' over them refinery towers Radio's jammed up with gospel stations Lost souls callin' long
get alone with them hood niggas It's all good I'm goin off like lights when the show's over Make pasta rent a movie called hoes over Rest in peace to
could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over
? That's kinda how this is, you coulda rescued me from drownin Now it's too late - I'm on a 1000 downers now, I'm drowsy and all I wanted was a lousy
if I could it'll all be gray, but your picture on my wall It reminds me, that it's not so bad, it's not so bad.. 1st Chorus: volume gradually grows over