DJ Mustard - 2Pac - Mediocre lyrics

[Hook x2: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] I run with the bad b**hes Ain't no mediocre (x3) Bad b**hes Ain't mediocre (x3) [Verse 1: 2Pac] Now, I could make miracles to tempos It's instrumental, waiting for the nymphos; that's the intro Shook when you rush me, walked up and touched me Why? Do you want to f** me? Just ‘cause I'm paid in the worst way? True! Lookin' kinda good in your birthday suit I wonder if you're wild and you act shy Do you like to be on top or the back side? Watch me while you lick your lips Shake your hips, goddamn, I love that sh** Yo, let's stop fakin', be real now I got a room and a hard-on, still down? Met you standing at a bar full of black dudes Said you wanna see my scars and my tattoos When we headin' for my hideout, act right Boss player when I ride out, that's right [Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] I run with the bad b**hes Ain't no mediocre (x3) Bad b**hes Ain't mediocre (x3) [Verse 2: 2Pac] Oh sh**, baby is a dime piece, more than just fine She's personally blessed from the gods If I seen her right now, she could get me hard Didn't want to talk to me, just to see my car Never had s** with a rich rap star 'Til I got her in the back of my homeboy's car Tell me, why do we live this way? Money over b**hes, let me hear you say What's your phone number? Are you alone? Got a pocket full of rubbers, let's bone Time for your girlfriend to take you home I had fun, but baby, gotta leave me alone Picture in my rhyme Take time to rewind these oridnary words I say If you open your mind bet in a minute you'll find It's time let the Outlawz play [Hook x4: DJ Chop Up as 2Pac] I run with the bad b**hes Ain't no mediocre (x3) Bad b**hes Ain't mediocre (x3)