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 bitchesU2 - How Do U Want It - http://motolyrics.com/u2/how-do-u-want-it-lyrics.html
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 " ~c1272122/A BR