How Do You Want It

(KC and JoJo)
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
(Repeat)

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out,
got a nigga wanting 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 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 ya wanna roll with me then here's your chance,
doin' 80 on the freeway- "Police, catch me if you can."
Forgive me I'm a ridah 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 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, you 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 ya flaunt it.
Time to give it to daddy nigga, now tell me how you want it.

(KC and JoJo)
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
(Repeat)

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. Come up beside ya,
I ain't quittin' till the 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 Alize, a livin' legend.
You ain't heard about these niggas played in Cali days.
Deloris Tucker you's a muthafucker.
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 high facts.
Won't someone listen? Makin' millions, niggas top that!
They wanna censor me, they rather see me in a cell
livin' in hell with only a few of us to live to tell.
Now everybody talkin' about us. I could give a fuck.
I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss.
Nigga tell me how you want it.

(KC and JoJo)
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
(Repeat)

Raised as a youth, tell truth.
I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof.
cause I'd jump on 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 gonna see the cemetery.
My only hope is survive if I wish to stay alive.
Gettin' 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 'em all.
These taxes for me crossed up with people tryin' to sue me.
Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me.
But I'm a mash out and peel out.
I'll murder quick that's when I whip the 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 ?

(KC and JoJo)
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
(Repeat)



Transcription 1996 by Jim Moore for Relativity Labs.
Written by Tupac Shakur, J. Jackson.
Contains a sample from "Body Heat" as recorded by Quincy Jones.
Copyright 1996, Death Row Records/Interscope Records. All Rights Reserved.
Used without permisson.