How Do U Want It lyrics

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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