How Do You Want It
2Pac f/ K-Ci & JoJo Lyrics
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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
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
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!)
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 I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm 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' these
Nights full of Alize, a livin' legend
You ain't heard about these niggas 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, 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 I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga 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
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 cemetery
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?
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
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
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
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?
"How Do You Want It" is a song recorded by Tupac Shakur for his fourth studio album, "All Eyez on Me". Featuring K-Ci and JoJo of Jodeci, the song is a mid-tempo club banger. Sonically, it is built on a funky, bass-heavy groove that employs samples from the classic funk track "Mama Said Knock You Out" by LL Cool J and "Uphill Peace of Mind" by Kid Dynamite.
Lyrically, the song deals with aggression, sex and wanting to live fast in the face of potential danger. The opening verse of the song sets the tone for the rest of the track. Tupac speaks about the struggles of coming up as an African-American in a world dominated by money and prestige, stating that he's for real, insinuating that everything he's experienced and rapped about in the past has been real.
The chorus establishes a philosophical question that Tupac projects onto the listener, asking them how they want it and how it feels to live in the fast lane. The song further explores this idea with imagery of fast cars and dangerous women. In the second verse, Tupac raps about the hypocrisy of politicians, claiming that the media has been in his business and acting as if they know him.
Overall, "How Do You Want It" is an unapologetic and brash rap song that encapsulates the essence of Tupac's persona.
Line by Line Meaning
How do you want it? How does it feel?
Asking the listener about their preferences and feelings
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
Growing up as a black man in a world of success, and that is not a joke.
How do you want it? How do you feel?
Reiterating the earlier question about the listener's preferences and feelings
Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out
Appreciating the way the listener moves their body
Got a nigga wantin' it so bad I'm bout to pass out
The listener's movements cause the artist to desire them intensely
Wanna dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Admitting to wanting the listener physically
Baby just alleviate your clothes, time to fly up out it
Encouraging the listener to remove their clothing
Catch you at a club, oh shit you got me fiendin' body talkin' shit to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Feeling stimulated by the listener's body but finding it hard to understand what it means.
Now if you wanna roll with me, then here's your chance
Giving the listener an opportunity to engage with the artist
Doin' eighty on the freeway, police catch me if you can
Driving quickly and recklessly, daring the police to try and catch them
Forgive me I'm a rider, still I'm just a simple man
Acknowledging being a gangster, but also being a straightforward person
All I want is money, fuck the fame I'm a simple man
Preferring wealth over popularity or notoriety
Mr. International, playa with the passport, Just like Aladdin bitch, get you anything you ask for
Being globally known and having means to provide for those close to them
It's either him or me, champagne, Hennessey
Suggesting that the listener choose between the singer and someone else, and enjoying drinking expensive alcohol
A favorite of my homies when we floss, on our enemies
Enjoying showing off wealth and success in front of detractors
Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what a hoe need, Puff some mo' weed, funk, ya don't need
Observing the needs of women as they smoke marijuana
Approachin' hoochies with a passion, been a long day, But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Approaching women with a strong desire fueled by a long day
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
Praising the listener's body and asking how they want sexual activity to proceed
Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game I'm livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
Reiterating growing up as a successful black man
Tell me is it cool to fuck? Did you think I come to talk am I a fool or what?
Asking if it's acceptable to engage in sexual activity and denying being foolish by seeking such activity
Positions on the floor it's like erotic, ironic 'cause I'm somewhat psychotic
Finding the chosen sexual positions to be erotic and acknowledging potential mental health issues
I'm hittin' switches on bitches like I been fixed with hydraulics, Up and down like a roller coaster
Metaphoring sexual activity like hitting car switches and likening movements to a roller coaster ride
I'm up inside ya I ain't quittin' til the show is over
Expressing the singer's desire to continue sexual activity until completion
'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
Referring to themself as a gangster and admitting to being sexually adventurous
Get her rockin' these Nights full of Alize, a livin' legend
Drinking Alize and enjoying legend status
You ain't heard about these niggas play these Cali days
Implying that those who haven't heard of the singer are ignorant of California life
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker, Instead of tryin' to help a nigga you destroy a brother
Criticizing Delores Tucker for attacking black culture
Worse than the others, Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole, You're too old to understand the way the game is told
Criticizing politicians who are too old and out-of-touch to understand the artist's lifestyle
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts, Want some on lease? I'm makin' millions, niggas top that
Revealing that he's making money far beyond his detractors and calling them boring
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell, Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell
Suggesting that the singer is being suppressed and noting that very few will live to be successful later in life
Now everybody talkin' bout us I could give a fuck I'd be the first one to bomb and cuss
Acknowledging how others criticize the singer and expressing a lack of concern by threatening violence
Nigga tell me how you want it
Reiterating the earlier question about the listener's preferences
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
Reflecting on a rough childhood and detailing how it led to the artist becoming successful, and encountering enemies along the way
Is lookin' worried, they paranoid of gettin' buried, One of us gon' see the cemetery
Noting that enemies are concerned with facing death, and suggesting that either speaker or their opponent will end up dying
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive, Gettin' high, see the demons in my eyes, before I die
Contemplating death and coping through drug use
I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million, And then I'm chillin' fade 'em all, these taxes
Desiring wealth and success and planning on retiring after making money, but noting the burden of taxes
Got me crossed up and people tryin' to sue me, Media is in my business and they actin like they know me
Being sued and dealing with media attention and intrusion into personal affairs
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
Laughing at the situation and expressing a willingness to use physical force if necessary, and issuing a warning to others to pay attention
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group, BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Written by: QUINCY JONES, BRUCE FISHER, LEON WARE, STANLEY RICHARDSON, JOHNNY JACKSON, TUPAC SHAKUR
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@MonkeyBoo
GOAT
@nylaharley7890
omg i cant believe you actually watched dis umm i like your vids
@LiLTailormade
Facts!!
@bronwynbritcher1954
I'll 0ppp0
@sabrinathompson9605
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.
@ReRe-kr1ht
Yeeeees!!!!!!
@WELOVEUSELENA
💯✔
@wandarobinson1658
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