2Pac — Temptations Battlecat Club Mix

[Intro: 2Pac & (Erick Sermon sample)] Drop that shit! (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) You know what time it is Y'all know what it's time to do I know you feel me, you know, I know you feel me So grab one by the hand, you know what I'm sayin'? And uh, throw up that finger! Ayo, yo, throw y'all fingers up! [Verse 1: 2Pac] Tell me, baby, are you lonely? Don't wanna rush ya I can help ya if you only, let me touch ya If I'm wrong, Love, tell me 'Cause I get caught up in the life I live, it's hell, see I never thought I'd see the day when I would calm down You ain't heard? I've been known to clown and get around That's my word, see you walkin' and you lookin' good Yes indeed, got a body like a sex fiend, you're killin' me With your attitude to match, right? Don't be phony, 'cause I hate it when you act like You don't know me, I've be stressin' in the spotlight I want the fame, but the industry's a lot like A crap game, ain't no time for commitment, I gotta go Can't be with you every minute, miss, another show And even though I'm known for my one night stand Look here, I wanna be an honest man, but temptations going... [Interlude: 2Pac & (Erick Sermon sample)] (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) Give 'em the finger! (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) And all my homies going (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) Give 'em the finger! And you know what, baby, it's like... [Chorus: Easy Mo Bee] I know you've been searchin' for someone To make you happy and get the job done You say you needed a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care? [Verse 2: 2Pac] Will I cheat or will I be committed? Heaven knows Gettin' weak and I wanna hit it, so here I go In my ride and I'm all in Gettin' high, I can hear the people callin' I'm passin' by, everybody knows I'm ballin' And to God, gotta keep myself from fallin' But it's hard, all the cuties know I'm under pressure What do I do? Gettin' shaky when she pull the dress up And say it's cool, should I stroke Or should I wait a while? You decide If you tell me that you don't want it, that's a lie Move close and let me whisper Some dirty words in your ears as I kiss ya On every curve, slow down, baby, don't rush, I like it slow Can't hold it any longer so let it go Open the gates to your waterfall up in heaven And don't worry, I let myself in, all I heard was... [Interlude: 2Pac & (Erick Sermon sample)] (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) Give 'em the finger! Yeah, you know what time it is All the homies going (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) Don't be heartbroke, baby, don't be heartbroke Give 'em the finger! That's just the thug in me, girl, you know But peep out how my homies do this shit... [Chorus: Easy Mo Bee] I know you've been searchin' for someone To make you happy and get the job done You say you needed a man with money But I can't be there, and will you still care? [Verse 3: 2Pac] A lot of people think it's easy to settle down Got a woman that'll please me in every town I don't want 'em but I gotta do it The temptation got me ready to release the fluid Sensation, sit down and conversate Like you know me, take my hand 'Cause even thugs get lonely, understand Even the hardest of my homies need attention Catch you blowin' up the telephone, reminiscin' I wanna take you to the movies and the park A quiet spot for you to do me in the dark Now that it's passion, hold me tight Don't need lights, I can see you by the moonlight I know your man ain't lovin' you right You're lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life Enough talkin', you want me to leave I'll get to walkin' See you later, 'cause baby, I'm a player, and all I heard was... [Outro: 2Pac & (Erick Sermon sample)] (Heyyyy! Heyy-ayyaahhyy) Yeah, you know, thug style, baby, thug style Give 'em the finger! Don't be mad at me, throw your hands up Yo, this how we gonna do this, y'know? We gon' freak the funk, freakin' it, you know? Ay, but peep this, this how we run game on 'em Check it out though, it's like... (Hey...hey...) All my niggas goin', uptown in the, give 'em the finger! In the Bronx y'all, and Brooklyn All over New York they're goin' Out in Oaktown, and Los Angeles Yeah, out in Houston, and Baltimore Yeah, Miami, all the way down south And up north where it's cold Yeah, freak mode, baby, freak mode It's the thug in me, I know you feel me