2Pac, JoJo & K-Ci ☆ How Do U Want It

Chorus: K-Ci and 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? How do you feel?
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game
livin in the fast lane; I`m for real

Verse One: 2Pac

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Got a nigga 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, oh shit you got me fiendin
Body talkin shit 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, 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
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need
Puff some mo` weed, funk, ya don`t need
Approachin hoochies with a passion, been a long day
But I`ve been driven 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
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah)

Chorus

Verse Two: 2Pac

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
cause I`m somewhat psychotic
I`m hittin switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster, I`m up inside ya
I ain`t quittin til the show is over, cause I`ma 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 these niggaz play these Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker
Instead of tryin 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 is told
You`re lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Want some on lease? I’m makin millions, niggaz top that
They wanna censor me; they`d rather see me in a cell
livin in hell — only a few of us`ll live to tell
Now everybody 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

Chorus

Verse Three: 2Pac

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 livin major — my adversaries
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried
One of us gon` see the cemetary
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive
Gettin 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 chillin fade em all, these taxes
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Hahaha, but I`ma mash out, peel out
I`m with it quick I`se quick to whip that fuckin 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?

Chorus 2X

[2Pac]
How you want it?
Yeah my nigga Johnny J
Yeah, we out

Chorus

[2Pac]
Tell me

Chorus

[2Pac]
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I`m for real