2 Pac - How Do U Want It lyrics

Album: All Eyez On Me, Book 1 (1996)

Chorus: K-Ci & 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 am 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 am for real

Verse One: 2Pac

Love the way you activate your hips & push your ass out
Got a nigga wantin it so bad I am bout to pass out
Want to dig you, & I cannot 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 cannot comprehend the meaning
Now if you want to roll with me, then here is your chance
Doin eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Forgive me i am a rider, still I am just a simple man
All I want is money, f*ck the fame I am a simple man
Mr. International, playa with the passport
Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
It is 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 have 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, yeahhyea)

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

Tell me is it cool to f*ck?
Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Positions on the floor it is like erotic, ironic
cause I am somewhat psychotic
I am hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up & down like a roller coaster, I am up inside ya
I aint quittin til the show is over, cause I ama rider
In & out just like a robbery, I will probably be a freak
and let you get on top of me, get her rockin these
Nights full of Alize, a livin legend
You aint heard about these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherf*cker
Instead of tryin to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Worse than the others -- Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You are too old to understand the way the game is told
You are lame so I´ve got to hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I am makin millions, niggaz top that
They want to censor me; they would 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 f*ck
I would be the 1st one to bomb & 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 am 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 want to live my life & ball, make a couple million
And then I am chillin fade ´em all, these taxes
got me crossed up & people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business & they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I ama mash out, peel out
I am with it quick I´se quick to whip that f*ckin steel out
Yea nigga it is 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?
Yea my nigga Johnny J
Yea, we out

Chorus

[2Pac]
Tell me

Chorus

[2Pac]
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I am for real

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