Lyric How Do You Want It
Chorus: K-Ci and JoJo
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I m for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I m for real
Verse One: 2Pac
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I m bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can t even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can t comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here s your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i m a rider, still I m just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I m a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It s either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo weed, funk, ya don t need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I ve been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)
Chorus
Verse Two: 2Pac
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it s like erotic, ironic
cause I m somewhat psychotic
I m hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I m up inside ya
I ain t quittin til the show is over, cause I ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I ll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain t heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You re too old to understand the way the game is told
You re lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I m makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they d rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us ll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I d be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I m livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I m chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I ma mash out, peel out
I m with it quick I se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it s some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?
Chorus 2X
[2Pac]
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out
Chorus
[2Pac]
Tell me
Chorus
[2Pac]
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I m for real
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I m for real
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I m for real
Verse One: 2Pac
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I m bout to pass out
Wanna dig you, and I can t even lie about it
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit to me but I can t comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here s your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i m a rider, still I m just a simple man
All I want is money, fuck the fame I m a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It s either him or me -- champagne, Hennessey
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo weed, funk, ya don t need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I ve been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is bangin baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)
Chorus
Verse Two: 2Pac
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it s like erotic, ironic
cause I m somewhat psychotic
I m hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I m up inside ya
I ain t quittin til the show is over, cause I ma rider
In and out just like a robbery, I ll probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You ain t heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You re too old to understand the way the game is told
You re lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I m makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they d rather see me in a cell
livin in hell -- only a few of us ll live to tell
Now everybody talkin bout us I could give a fuck
I d be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it
Chorus
Verse Three: 2Pac
Raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop
on how to get a bulletproof, because I jumped from the roof
before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I m livin major -- my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
And then I m chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I ma mash out, peel out
I m with it quick I se quick to whip that fuckin steel out
Yeah nigga it s some new shit so better get up on it
When ya see me tell a nigga how ya want it
How do you want it?
Chorus 2X
[2Pac]
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out
Chorus
[2Pac]
Tell me
Chorus
[2Pac]
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I m for real
