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2 Pac - How Do You Want It lyrics

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How Do You Want It by 2 Pac

(chorus 2x)
how do you want it
how did you feel
coming up as a nigga in tha cash game
livin' in the fast lane
I'm for real
I love tha way you agrivate your hips and push your ass out
got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm about 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 sh*t you got me beamin' bout it talkin sh*t to me
but i can't comprehend the meaning
now if you wanna roll with me
then here's ya chance doin' 80 on the freeway
police catch me if they can
forgive me i'm a rida'
still I'm just a simple man
all I want is money f**k the fame I'm a simple man
Mr. International, player with a passport
just like Alladin b**ch, get you anything you ask for
it's either him or me
champagne, henessey, faithful to my homies
when we floss on our enemies
witness as we creep to a low speed
peep what a hoe need, puff some more 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
(repeat chorus 2x)
tell me is it cool to f**k?
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 some what psychotic
i'm hittin' switches on b**ches
like I got been fixed with hydraulics
up and down like a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya
I ain't quittin' till the show is over
cause I'm a rida, 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 aliza, a livin' legend
you ain't heard about these niggas play these cali days
Deloris Tucker she's a muthaf**ker
instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy your brothas
worst then the others Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
you too old to understand the games told
you lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
won't someone listen?
makin' millions nigga top that
they wanna censor me they rather see me in a cell
livin' in hell, only a few of us to live to tell
now everybody's talkin' bout us I could give a f**k
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
nigga tell me how you want it
(repeat chorus 2x)
raised as a youth
tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bullet proof
because I jumped on the route before I was a teenager
mobile phone, sky pager game rules, I'm livin' major
my adversaries, is lookin' worried
they paranoid of gettin' buried
one of us is gonna see the cemetary
my only hope for 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 them all
these taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' the sue me
media is in my buisness
and they acting like they know me
but I'm a mash out, peel out
I murder quick that's when I whip the f**kin' steel out
yeah nigga, it's some new sh*t
so better get up on it
when you see me tell a nigga how you want it
how do you want it?
( repeat chorus 2x)

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