voila pour moi c la meilleure ya rien a dire
tupac : how do you 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?
