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2pac Feat Kc & Jojo Miscellaneous How Do You Want It ======================================== 2Pac feat KC & JoJo - How Do You Want It ======================================== Chorus: How do you want it, how do you feel Comin?up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin?in tha fast lane, Im for real How do you want it, how do you feel Comin?up as a Nigga in tha cash game Livin?in tha fast lane, Im for real Love tha way you agrivate your hips And push your ass out Gotta nigga wantin? Its so bad Im about to pass out Wanna dig you And I cant even lie about it Baby just eleviate your cloths Time to fly up out it Catch you at a club Oh shit, you got me fiendin? Body talken shit to me But I cant comprehend the meaning Now if ya wanna roll with me Then heres ya chance Doin?80 on tha freeway Wait police, catch me if they can Forgive me Im a ridah Still Im just a simple man All I want is money Fuck tha fame Im a simple man Mr. International Playa with tha passport Just like a ladder bitch Get you anything you ask for Its either him or me Champagne, Hennessy A favorite of my homies When we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed Peep what a ho need Puff some more weed Funk, ya dont need Approachin?hochies with a passion Been a long day But Ive been drivin?by attraction In a strong way Your body is bangin? Baby I love it when ya flaunt it Time to give it to daddy nigga Now tell me how you want it Chorus Tell me is it cool to fuck You think I come to talk Am I a fool or what Positions on tha floor Its like erotic, ironic Cause Im somewhat psychotic Im hitten?switches on bitches Like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster Come up beside ya I aint quitin?till tha show is over Cause Im a ridah In and out just like a robbery Ill probably be a freak And let you get on top of me Get her rockin?these Nights full of Alazhay A livin?legend You aint heard about these niggas played in Cali days Deloris Tucker Yous a muthafucker Instead of tryin?to help a nigga You destroy a brotha Worst than tha others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole You too old to understand tha way tha game is told Youre lame So I gotta hit you with tha high facts Wont someone listen Makin?millions Niggas top that They wanna censor me They ratha see me in a cell Livin?in hell With only a few of us to live to tell Now everybody talkin?about us I could give a fuck Id be tha first one to bomb and cuss Nigga tell me how you want it Chorus Raised as a youth Tell truth I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof Cause I jump on tha roof Before I was a teenager Mobile phone Skypager Game rules Im livin?major My advasaries Is lookin?worried They paranoid of gettin?buried One of us gonna see tha cemetary My only hope is survive If I wish to stay alive Gettin?high See tha demons in my eyes Before I die I wanna live my life and ball Make a couple million And then Im chillin? Fade em all These taxes for me crossed up With people tryin?ta sue me Media is in my business And they actin?like they know me But Ima mash out Peel out Im murder quick Thats with the whipn fucken steel out Yeah nigga, its 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 (4x) |
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