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[KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2XHow do you want itHow do you feelComin' up as a Nigga in tha cash gameLivin' in tha fast laneI'm for real[Tupac]Love the way you aggravate your hipsAnd push your ass out Gotta nigga wantin'It's so bad I'm about to pass outWant to dig youAnd I can't even lie about itBaby just elevate your clothsTime to fly up out itCatch you at a clubOh shit, you got me fiendin' Body talkin' shit to meBut I can't comprehend the meaningNow if ya want to roll with meSongtexteThen here's ya chanceDoin' 80 on the freewayWait police, catch me if they canForgive me I'm a riderStill I'm just a simple manAll I want is money Fuck the fameI'm a simple manMr. InternationalPlayer with the passportJust like a ladder bitchGet you anything you ask forIt's either him or meChampagne, HennesseyA favorite of my homiesWhen we floss on our enemiesWitness as we creep to a low speedPeep what a ho needPuff some more weedFunk, ya don't needApproachin' hochies with a passionBeen a long dayBut I've been drivin' by attraction In a strong wayYour body is bangin' Baby I love it when ya flaunt itTime to give it to daddy niggaNow tell me how you want it[Chorus: x2 KC and JoJo]How do you want itHow does it feelComin' up as a nigga in the cash gameLivin' in the fast laneI'm for real[Tupac]Tell me is it cool to fuck?You think I come to talkAm I a fool or what?Positions on the floor It's like eroticIronic Cause I'm somewhat psychoticI'm hitten' switches on bitches Like I been fixed with hydraulicsUp and down like a roller coasterCome up beside yaI ain't quitin' till the show is overCause I'm a riderIn and out just like a robberyI'll probably be a freakAnd let you get on top of meGet her rockin' theseNights full of AlizeA livin' legendYou ain't heard about these niggas played in Cali daysDeloris TuckerYou's a motherfuckerInstead of tryin' to help a niggaYou destroy a brotherWorst than the othersBill ClintonMr. Bob DoleYou too old to understand the way the game is toldYour lame So I gotta hit you with the high factsWon't someone listen?Makin' millionsNiggas top that They want to censor meThey rather see me in a cellLivin' in hellWith only a few of us to live to tellNow everybody talkin' about usI could give a fuckI'd be tha first one to bomb and cussNigga tell me how you want it[Chorus: x2][Tupac]Raised as a youthTell truthI got the scoop on how to get a bulletproofCause I jump on the roofBefore I was a teenagerMobile phoneSky-pagerGame rules I'm livin' majorMy adversariesIs lookin' worriedThey paranoid of getten' buriedOne of us gonna see the cemeteryMy only hope is surviveIf I wish to stay aliveGettin' highSee the demons in my eyesBefore I dieI want to live my life and ballMake a couple millionAnd then I'm chillin'Fade'm allThese tax's for me crossed up With people tryin' ta sue meMedia is in my businessAnd they actin' like they know meBut I'ma mash outPeel outI'm murder quickThat's with the whip'n fuckin' steel outYeah nigga, it's some new shitSo better get up on itWhen ya see meTell a nigga how ya want itHow do you want it?[Repeat: x3 KC and JoJo]How do you want itHow does it feelComin' up as a Nigga in the cash gameLivin' in tha fast laneI'm for real
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"How Do U Want It" as written by Bruce Fisher, Leon Ware, Stanley Richardson, Tupac Shakur, Johnny Jackson, Quincy Jones
Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group
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