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how do you want it

how did you feel

coming up as a nigger in tha cash game

I'm livin' in the fast lane

i'm for real



love tha way you agrivate your hips and push your ass out

got a nigga wantin' it so bad i'm about to past out

wanna dig you and i can even lie about it

baby just to aleviate your clothes

time to fly up out it

catch you at a club

oh shit you got me fiendin' body talkin to me

but i can't comprehend the meaning

now if you wanna roll with me

and here's ya chance doin' 80 on the freeway

wait police catch me if they can

forgive me i'm a rida'

still i'm just a simple man

all i want is money fuck the fame i'm a simple man

Mr.International, player with the passport

just like a letter bitch, get you anything you ask for it

it's either him or me

champagne, henessy, a favorite of my homies

when we floss on our enemies

witness as we creep to a low speed

peep what hoe need, puff some more weed

funk, ya don't need

approachin hoochies with a passion

but a long day, but i've been drivin' 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



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tell me is it cool to fuck?

did you think i come yo talk am i a fool or what?

positions on the floor it's like erotic

ironic, cause i'm some what psychotic

i'm hitten' switches on bitches

like i got been fixed with hydrawlics

up and down like a roller coaster

come up beside ya

i an't quittin' till tha show is over

cause i'm a rida, in and out just like robbery

i'll probably be freak and let you get on top of me

get her rockin' these, nights full of aliza, a livin' legend

you an't heard about these niggas palyed in cali days

Deloris Tucker he's a muthafucker

instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy your brothas

worst then the others Bill Clinton Mr. Bob Dole

you too old to understand the games told

you lame so, i gotta hit you with the hot facts

won't someone listen?

makin' millions nigga top that

they wanna censor me they rather see me in a cell

livin' in hell, with only a few of us to live to tell

now everybody's 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



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raised as a youth

tell truth i got a scoop to get a bullet proof

cause i'm so from the roof before i was a teenager

mobile phone, sky pager game rules, i'm livin' major

my advesaries, is lookin' worried

they paranoid of gettin' buried

one of us is gonna see the cemetary

my only hope for survive, if i wish to stay alive

see the demons in my eyes before i die

i wanna live my life and ball

make a couple millions

and then i'm chillin' fade them all

these taxes got me crossed wit people tryin' the sue me

media is in my buisness

and they acting like they know me

but i'm a mash out and peel out

i'm murder quick that's what the whippin' fucken still out

yeah nigga, it's some new shit

so better get up on it

when you see me tell a nigga how you want it

how do you want it?



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