How Do You Want It
2Pac K-Ci & JoJo Lyrics
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How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
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, player with the passport
Just like Aladdin, 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 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)
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
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' knees
Nights full of Alizé, a livin' legend
You ain't heard about, these niggas play these Cali days
C. Delores Tucker, you's 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's told
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas 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
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
Nigga, tell me how you want it
How do you want it? (tell me)
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop
On how to get a bulletproof, lickin' shots off on the roof
Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Gang rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries
Is lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried
One of us gon' see the cemetery
My only hope is survive, if I was 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 and peel out
I'm with a clique that's quick to whip that fuckin' steel out
Yeah, nigga it's some new shit, so better get up on it
When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
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, ah, for real
How do you want it? (yeah)
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
(How you want it?) How do you want it?
How do you feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game (yeah, my nigga, Johnny J)
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real (yeah)
How do you want it?
How does it feel?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
How do you want it? (tell me)
How do you feel? (girl, I-I-I-I)
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, 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, ah, for real
The lyrics of "How Do U Want It" by 2Pac featuring K-Ci & JoJo describe the experience of living in the fast lane as a black man in the world of money and fame. The song explores themes of desire, sex, power, and control, with 2Pac detailing his experiences with women and the fast life. He discusses the objectification of women, emphasizing the physical aspects of their bodies. The song highlights the differences between men and women in terms of agency and freedom, with 2Pac portraying himself as a powerful man who can have any woman he wants, while women must comply with men's desires.
At the same time, the lyrics also portray a sense of vulnerability and insecurity that 2Pac feels. He expresses his fear of being censored and silenced by the media, who he believes is out to get him. He also touches on themes of violence, revenge, and gang culture, depicting himself as a survivor from a world of adversity.
Overall, "How Do U Want It" is a complex representation of the experiences of a man constantly navigating between power and vulnerability, desire and insecurity, in a world that is often both hostile and glamorous.
Line by Line Meaning
How do you want it?
In what manner or style would you like to experience this?
How does it feel?
What is the sensation or emotion that you are experiencing?
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Rising and succeeding as a Black man in the competitive money-driven world
Livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
Living a high-paced, thrilling lifestyle in a genuine manner
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Admiring the way you move your body sensually and confidently
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm 'bout to pass out
Desiring you intensely to the point of feeling overwhelmed
Wanna dig you and I can't even lie about it
Wanting to intimately know you and being completely honest about it
Baby, just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Baby, remove your garments and let yourself be liberated
Catch you at a club, oh, shit you got me fiendin'
Encountering you at a club, damn, you've got me craving you
Body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Your body language is expressing something to me, but I can't fully understand it
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
If you want to be with me, this is your opportunity
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police, catch me if you can
Driving at high speeds on the freeway, challenging the police to catch me
Forgive me, I'm a rider, still, I'm just a simple man
Pardon me, I am someone who lives courageously, yet, at my core, I am just an ordinary person
All I want is money, fuck the fame, I'm a simple man
All I desire is wealth, disregarding the attention and recognition, as I am uncomplicated in my desires
Mr. International, player with the passport
Being well-known worldwide, a player with privileges due to my passport
Just like Aladdin, bitch, get you anything you ask for
Similar to Aladdin, darling, I can provide you with anything you desire
It's either him or me, champagne, Hennessy
It's a choice between him (another man) or me, accompanied by champagne and Hennessy
A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies
Enjoyed by my close friends when we flaunt our success in front of those who oppose us
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a ho need
Observe as we move sneakily at a slow pace, understand what a promiscuous woman desires
Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Smoke more marijuana, don't worry about the trouble
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day
Engaging with promiscuous women with enthusiasm, it has been a tiring day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
However, my actions have been motivated by a powerful attraction
Your body is bangin', baby, I love it when you flaunt it
Your figure is incredible, darling, I adore it when you confidently display it
Time to give it to daddy, nigga, now tell me how you want it
It is time to satisfy me, now, my friend, express the way in which you desire it
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
Inform me if it is acceptable to engage in sexual activity
Did you think I come to talk? Am I a fool or what?
Did you assume I came here only for conversation? Am I foolish or something?
Positions on the floor, it's like erotic
Assuming various sexual positions on the floor, it is highly arousing
Ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic
Ironically, as I possess some mental instability
I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics
Controlling and manipulating women as if I have been equipped with hydraulic mechanisms
Up and down like a roller coaster
Moving up and down rapidly, resembling the action of a roller coaster
I'm up inside ya, I ain't quittin' 'til the show is over
I am inside you sexually, and I will not stop until we are finished
'Cause I'ma rider in and out just like a robbery
Because I am a man who engages in sexual intercourse cleverly, similar to a robbery
I'll probably be a freak and let you get on top of me
It is likely that I will engage in unconventional sexual acts and allow you to take a dominant position
Get her rockin' knees
Make her knees shake uncontrollably
Nights full of Alizé, a livin' legend
Evenings filled with Alizé liquor, I am a renowned figure
You ain't heard about, these niggas play these Cali days
You have not heard about me, these individuals deceive during these California days
C. Delores Tucker, you's a motherfucker
C. Delores Tucker, you are a despicable individual
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga, you destroy a brother
Rather than assisting a Black man, you harm a fellow African American
Worse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
More disappointing than the rest, Bill Clinton and Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You are too old to comprehend the methods and strategies employed in this lifestyle
You're lame, so I gotta hit you with the hot facts
You're unimpressive, therefore I need to enlighten you with the harsh realities
Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, niggas top that
Once I am free from captivity, I will accumulate wealth, none can surpass that
They wanna censor me, they'd rather see me in a cell
They desire to censor and control my expressions, they prefer to witness me imprisoned
Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Existing in a state of torment, only a small number of us will survive to share our experiences
Now everybody talkin 'bout us, I could give a fuck
Now everyone is gossiping about us, but I couldn't care less
Like we the first ones to bomb and cuss
As if we are the initial individuals to vocalize profanity and cause controversy
Nigga, tell me how you want it
My friend, express to me your desires and preferences
Raised as a youth, tell the truth, I got the scoop
Growing up as a young person, speaking honestly, I possess the inside information
On how to get a bulletproof, lickin' shots off on the roof
About obtaining a bulletproof vest and shooting firearms from an elevated position
Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, SkyPager
Even as a young person, I had a mobile phone and a SkyPager
Gang rules, I'm livin' major, my adversaries
Gang principles govern my lifestyle, I am living luxuriously, my rivals
Is lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried
Appear concerned and anxious, fearful of meeting their demise
One of us gon' see the cemetery
Either they or I will end up in the graveyard
My only hope is survive, if I was to stay alive
My sole aspiration is to persevere, to continue existing
Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes before I die
Getting intoxicated, perceiving the demons within my eyes as death approaches
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million
I desire to live a fulfilling life filled with success, accumulating a significant sum of money
And then I'm chillin', fade 'em all
And afterward, I will relax and disregard all those who oppose me
These taxes got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me
These high taxes have me confused, and individuals attempt to take legal action against me
Media is in my business and they actin' like they know me (hahaha)
The media is intruding into my personal affairs, pretending as if they are intimately familiar with me (hahaha)
But I'ma mash out and peel out
But I will drive aggressively and speed away
I'm with a clique that's quick to whip that fuckin' steel out
I am accompanied by a group that is swift to draw and use firearms
Yeah, nigga it's some new shit, so better get up on it
Yes, my friend, this is something innovative, so you better familiarize yourself with it
When you see me, tell a nigga how you want it
When you encounter me, inform me of your desires and preferences
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game
Advancing and succeeding as a Black man in the money-driven industry
I'm livin' in the fast lane, ah, for real
I am living a high-paced, exhilarating life, oh, genuinely
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group
Written by: Johnny Lee Jackson, Tupac Amaru Shakur, Bruce Fisher, Quincy D. Jones, Leon Ware, Stanley J. Richardson
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
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omg i cant believe you actually watched dis umm i like your vids
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Facts!!
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I'll 0ppp0
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Goat? No baby wheat and the Tare!
@sabrinathompson9605
Real truth talk real wisdom 💯 Jesus Help us!! Tupac is gone but He's words are still real
@skepchica
Some people don't understand how iconic he already was when he was still here. EVERYBODY was listening to Pac and EVERYBODY was listening to Jodeci. This collab was insane.
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Yeeeees!!!!!!
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When my son called and said, "Hey, mom...mom I heard!!! Tupac is dead, he died" I tell y'all..I cried like a baby. I cried like a "baby's Momma, because I have not Met not ONE woman that has OR had a son That didn't love, Pac..RIP #DearMommatheMovie