How Do U Want It (feat. K-Ci & 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

I 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
Your hips have got me fiendin'
Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if u wanna roll with me
Then here's your chance
Doin' eighty on the freeway, 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
Player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch
Get you anything you ask for
It's either him or me
The champagne, Hennessey,
Favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep, what my foes need
Make some more G's, funk
Ya don't need
Approachin' women 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 the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, nigga now tell me how you want it
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
Tell me
Is it cool to fuck?
Did u think I came to talk
Am I a fool or what?
Position's on the floor
It's like erotic
Ironic
'Cause I'm someone psychotic
I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster
Can I come inside ya
I ain't stoppin' til the show is over
'Cause I'm a 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 them niggaz livin' Cali days
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucka
Instead of tryin' to help a brother, wanna take his G's
Worse than the others Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
But you won't understand the way the game is told
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot tracks
Want some on lease?
I'm makin' millions, tryin' to top that
They wanna censor me
They'd rather see me in a cell
Just live in hell
Only a few of us'll live to tell
Now everybody talkin' bout us, I could give a fuck
I'll be the first one to bomb and cuss
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 want it? How do you feel?
Comin' up, as a {nigga} in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
I was raised as a youth
Tell the truth, I got the scoop
On how to get a bulletproof
Niggas out jump off the roof
Before when I was a teenager
Mobile phone, SkyPager
Game rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries
Is gettin' worried
They paranoid of gettin' buried
One of us gon' see the cemetary
They wonder if my lifestyle's changed
Alive am I still the same
Survivin' in this game
And still the same
Honey, just meet me at the strip club, bring a thong
Look how they shakin' for that cash
Once again, it's on
I have no sympathy for those who afraid of mystery
Come get with me, I'm full of passion and ecstacy
I'm alone, can I come over
There tonight?
Depend on me, the one to handle it and get it right
Your body is bangin' baby I love the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, baby
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 want it? How do you 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 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 you want it?
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
How you, how you, how you, how you
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



Credits
Writer(s): Stanley J. Richardson, Leon Ware, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Quincy D. Jones, Johnny Lee Jackson, Bruce Carleton Fisher
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