Wha*sup? It's 2Pac. Can you get away?
Let me come swoop you up
You know I got a man
I know you got a man
but he ain't gon' if I take you out
Of course he gon' mind
Let me take you to lunch.
I'll have you back before he even get home;
before anybody see.
I can't. (Aww c'mon!) He ain't gon' let me.
Oh aight. What's wrong with your eye?
Why you got on gla*ses?
Ever since I met ya I could beat depression
It's like your man don't understand, all he does is stress ya
I can see your state of misery from the introduction
Ain't bout no suckin and touchin, just harmless discussion
Maybe we can see a better way, find a brighter day
Late night phone conversations -- would that be OK?
I don't wanna take up all your time, be the next in line
Tell me your size, let me find you things with you in mind
I can see you're cautious and I'm careful not to scare you
But anticipation of love makin
got you shakin when I'm standin near you
News of precision will prepare ya
In case you get scared, just ask the man in the mirror
Now the picture's getten clearer all he does is hit you hard
I tell you to leave, and you tell me keep my faith in God
I don't understand, I just wanna bring ya home
I wonder should I leave you alone and find a woman of my own