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2Pac - I Get Around lyrics
Oh, Yeah... I Get Around... Still clownin' with the Underground where we come around Stronger than ever... Back to get freck, All respect to those who break their neck To keep their hos in check 'Cuz, oh, they sweat up rather majorly And I don't know why your girl keeps paging me. She tell me that she needs me Cries when she leaves me And every time she sees me she squeez me. Lady take it easy... Hate to sound sleazy, but tease me, I don't want it if it's that easy. And yo bus' it, baby got a problem saying bye bye Just another hazard of a fly guy. You ask why... don't matter My pockets got fatter, now everybody's looking for the ladder. And ain't no need in be greedy, If you wanna see me try a beeper number baby when you need me. And I'll be there in a jiffy.. Don't be picky. Just be happy with this quicky... But when you learn, you can't tie me down Baby doll... check it out... I get around.. (Round and round) The Underground just don't stop for hos I get around. Hey yo Shock, let them hos know... Now you can tell from my everday fits, I ain't rich So cease and desist with them tricks (Tricks) I'm just another black man caught up in the mix (Mix) Trying to make a dollar out of fifteen cents. (A dime and a nickel) Just 'cuz I'm a freak don't mean that we could hit the sheets Baby, I can see that you don't recognize me. I'm Shock-G, the one who put the satin on your panties Never knew a hooker that could sham me. I get around. What's up love, how you doin'? (All right) Well I've been hangin' sangin, tryin' to do my thang Oh, you heard that I was bangin' Your home girl you went to school with That's cool, but did she tell you about her sister and your cousin thought I wasn't See, weekends were made for Michelob But it's a Monday, my day, So just let me hit it, yo And don't mistake mistake me for a clown We can keep in the down low long as you know That I get around. (Round and round) 2Pac in the town don't stop for ho's I get around. Why ain call you (hahaha.. please) Fingertips on the hip says I tip Gotta get a tight grip, don't slip Loose lips, sank ships, it's a trip, I love the way she licks her lips See me jockin', put a little twist in her hips 'cuz I'm watchin' Conversations on the phone 'til the break of dawn, Now we all alone, why the lights on? Turn 'em off, time to set it off Get you wet 'n' soft, Something's on your mind, let it off. You don't know me, You just met me, You won't let me, Well if I couldn't have it, (silly rabbit) Why you sweat me? It's a lot of real G's doin' time 'Cuz a groupy bit the trooper told a lie. You picked the wrong guy, baby if you're too fly You need to hit the dough, search for a new guy. 'Cuz I only got one night in town, Break down and be clown, Baby doll and you down, I get around (Round and round |
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