How Do U Want It lyrics

[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'm for real

How do you want it?

Yeah

How do you feel?

Comin' up, as a {nigga} in the cash game

Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real

[2Pac]

I love the way you

Activate your hips and push your {ass} out

Got a brother 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

Your hips have got me fiendin'

Body talkin' quick 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

Catch me if you can

Forgive me

I'm a rider

Still I'm just a simple man

All I want is money plus the fame, I'm a simple man

Mr. International

Player with the passport

Just like Aladdin, twitch

Get you anything you ask for

Either him or me

The champagne, Hennessey, favorite of my

Homies when we floss, on our enemies

Witness as we

Creep to a low speed, peep, what my foes need

Make some more G's, funk

Ya don't need

Approachin' women with a passion, been a long day

But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way

[Refrain: 2Pac]

Your body is bangin', baby, I love the way you flaunt it

Time to give it to daddy, sugar, now tell me how you want it

[Chorus]

[2Pac]

Tell me, baby

Is it cool to touch?

Tell a man that you can trust

I'm just a fool in lust

Comin' to get you on the bus

It's so ironic

Exotic, on the verge of erotic

I'm hittin' switches on misses like I been fixed with hydraulics

Ma, up and down like a roller coaster

Can I come inside ya

I ain't stoppin' 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 rockin' these

Nights full of Alize

A livin' legend

You ain't heard about them players livin' Cali days

Delores Tucker, you a faith in me

Instead of tryin' to help a brother, wanna take his G's

Mistaken me for

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 tracks

Want some on lease?

I'm makin' millions, tryin' to top that

They wanna censor me

They'd rather see me in a cell

Just live in hell

Only a few of us'll live to tell

Heh heh

Now everybody talkin' bout us, I ain't givin' up

The very one that taught us all to cuss

Come on, tell me how you want it

[Chorus]

[2Pac]

I was raised as a youth

Tell the truth, I got the scoop

On how to get a bulletproof

Suckers bustin' off the roof

And when I was a teenager

Mobile phone, SkyPager

Game rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries

Is gettin' worried

They paranoid of gettin' buried

One of us gon' see the cemetary

They wonder if my lifestyle's changed

And am I through with all the pain

Survivin' in this game

And still the same

Honey, just meet me at the strip club, bring a thong

Look how they shakin' for that cash

Once again, it's on

I have no sympathy for those who afraid of mystery

Come get with me, I promise passion and ecstacy

I'm alone, can I come over

There tonight?

Depend on me, the one to handle it and get it right

[Refrain]

[Chorus] - to fade