Lyrics How Do U Want It - 2Pac feat. K-Ci and Jojo

How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga wanting it so bad I'm about 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 feening
Body talking shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Doing 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
In favor of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Approaching hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is banging baby I love it when you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga now tell me how you want it
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
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
Because I'm somewhat psychotic
I'm hitting switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I'm up inside ya
I ain't quitting 'til the show is over, cause I'm a rider
In and out just like a robbery, I'll probably be a freak
And let you get on top of me, get her rocking these
Nights full of Alize, a living legend
You ain't heard about these niggas play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker
Instead of trying 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's told
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I'm release, I'm making millions, nigga top that
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell
Living in hell -- only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talking 'bout us I could give a fuck
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
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 living major -- my adversaries
Is lookin worried, they paranoid of getting buried
One of us gon' see the cemetery
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Getting 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 chilling fade 'em all, these taxes
Got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they acting like they know me
But I'mma mash out, peel out
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that fucking 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?
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real
How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Coming up as a nigga in the cash game, living in the fast lane
I'm for real