How Do U Want It

2Pac/KC, JoJo

Album: All Eyez On Me



WARNING: These lyrics contain language that might

be offensive.



[KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2X



1-How do you want it?

How do you feel

Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game

Livin' in tha fast lane

I'm for real



(Tupac)



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

Gotta nigga wantin' it's so bad

I'm about to pass out wanna dig you

And I can't 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 can't comprehend the meaning

Now if ya wanna roll with me

Then here's ya chance doin 80 on tha freeway

Wait police, catch me if they can

Forgive me I'm a ridah, still I'm just a simple man

All I want is money, f-- tha fame



I'm a simple man, Mr. International

Playa with tha passport, just like a ladder bitch

Get you anything you ask for, it's 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 don't need

Approachin' hochies with a passion been a long day

But i've 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...

(repeat 1)



(Tupac)



Tell me is it cool to f---?

You think I come to talk, am I a fool or what?

Positions on tha floor, it's like erotic, ironic

Cause i'm somewhat psychotic

I'm hitten' switches on bitches

Like i been fixed with hydraulics

Up and down like a roller coaster, come up beside ya

I ain't quitin' till tha show is over

Cause i'm a ridah

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 Alazhay

a livin' legend

you ain't heard about these niggas played in cali days

Deloris Tucker, you's a muthaf--

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

You're lame

So I gotta hit you with tha high facts

Won't 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 talken about us

I could give a f---

I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss

Nigga tell me how you want it...

(rpt 1, 1)



(Tupac)



I was raised as a youth to 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, I'm livin' major

My advasaries is lookin' worried

They paranoid of getten' buried

One of us gonna see tha cemetary



My only hope is survive

If I wish to stay alive getten' high

See tha demons in my eyes, before I die

I wanna live my life and ball

Make a couple million, and then I'm chillin'

Fade'm all these taxs for me crossed up

With people tryin' ta sue me

Media is in my business

And they actin' like they know me

But i'ma mash out, peel out

I'm murder quick

That's with the whip'n fucken 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 ?

(rpt 1, 1...) Source: Kirill



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