What's your number
Let's go
[B-Real]I met her at the club, her friend liked me but she didn'tShe noticed a lot of girls giving up their phone digitsShe didn't wanna be one of those hoesIn clothes exploiting her body from head to toeShe had glossy lips she was swaying her hipsOn the dance floor and every nigga's flashing her gripTrying to impress her in vain she gave no playNiggaz hit her up for numbers and she said no wayI thought to myself let it go and roll on, BBut like Smokey said she really had a hold on meI couldn't stop staring I started to fantasize with herVoices in my head said she's tantalizing yaEven if I moved to the other side of the partyI had pictures in my head of her moving that bodyI was beside myself with hunger painSo I slowly walked over and I asked her name
[Chorus: repeat 2X]What's your name, what's your number?I would like to get to know youCan we have a conversation?The night is young, girl give me a chance!
[B-Real]She gave a smile but I got no answer thoughI took a while before she gave a chance she's acting coldI offered her a drink she turned me down flatShe said if you want my name you gotta do better than thatI said OK, now your shit don't stinkI'ma walk away only tried to buy you a drinkAs I began to walk away she said I'm sorry for realBut every guy in the club tried slipping me pillsI don't trust guys each and every one will lie to youI said I understand but it's not what I try to doI wasn't even gonna come to your tableBut if I didn't I knew that I'd regret it laterI go after what I want but I got classFor me no need to slip a pill if I want assShe gave me a funny look I couldn't tell what it meantShe let her guard down and on our conversation went
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[B-Real]She said I want a man with a plan and ambitionNot an immature nigga on a "pussy-hit mission"I'm too good for that I have so much to offerGot a good job working at my mom and dad's law firmYou got goals, that's what she askedYeah I wanna fill my home with platinum plaquesIt takes hard work but you know it's coming afterShe said 'oh my God you must be a famous rapper!'I do all right but I'm never satisfiedI'm told when you still love what you do it never gets oldI strive for more but that's enough about meWhy don't we skip out the club and take a walk on the streetWe slipped out of the club with no worriesSeems she wanted to get out in a hurryWe hung all night till we lost our friendsTill they caught us bangin in the back of a Benz