How Do You Want It
2pac Ft KC & Jojo Lyrics

How do you want it? How does it feel?
As a person coming up in the cash game, living life in the fast lane, how do you want to feel?

Comin' up as a nigga in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane; I'm for real
I'm a real fast-living person who's been making it big in the cash game industry since day one, being a black male.

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
I love the way you move your body, it's so seductive, it makes me want you so bad that I could faint. Can we get to know each other better? Let's spice things up by taking off your clothes and doing what comes naturally.

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
I saw you at a club acting all sexy and it's driving me crazy. You have so much to say through your body language, but I'm finding it difficult to understand. If you're interested to be with me, then come and join me on this high-speed ride, and if we get caught, we get caught. But pardon me for being wild, I'm trying to earn money here, not seeking fame.

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
I am Mr. International, equipped with my passport, and I can provide anything you desire, just like Aladdin from the Disney movie. It's either you choose me or someone else, but rest assured that when with me, we'll drink champagne and Hennessey. My homies and I like to show off our wealth to 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
Let me show you what a woman really wants as we move slowly and observe what she needs. Let's smoke more weed and enjoy some funky music, forget about your worries. I'm getting passionate as I'm approaching these young ladies. It's been a long day of hustling and making ends meet, but I'm drawn to your beauty and charisma.

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! La-dy, yeah yeah)
Your body is amazing, and I can't get enough of it when you show it off. Let's get down to business, and you can let me know how you want it. (Tell me how you want it!)

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
Is it okay with you if we have sex? Did you assume I was only here to talk, or am I foolish for asking? Our position on the floor is quite sexually charged, yet ironic, because I'm somewhat unstable.

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
I'm moving your body like I'm working hydraulics, taking you up and down like a roller coaster. My show won't end until we're both satisfied, cause I'm a risk-taker. I'll switch positions, constantly changing the game plan, and I might let you take control, while I admire you. We'll be drinking Alize, and having the time of our lives, because in my career, I'm already viewed as a 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
You haven't experienced what it's like to live in California during my era, where things go crazy. People like Delores Tucker are troublemakers, instead of trying to help, they destroy us. You're just like the others, Bill Clinton or Mr. Bob Dole, but you're too old and disconnected to understand how we work. If you want to hear the truth, I'll give it to you. Do you want to join this lifestyle? I'm making millions, so beat that. They want to censor me, putting me likely to end up in jail or living in hell. Not everyone is lucky enough to survive my lifestyle. Now that everyone's talking about us, it's time to act tough and tell me how you want it.

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 cemetary 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
As I grew up, I had to learn how to protect myself, how to be bulletproof, which often meant taking dangerous risks. Even before I was a teenager, I was connected with mobile phones and a SkyPager, and I was following the rules of the game. I'm now living a luxurious life, but my enemies are scared of me, thinking they will get killed. One of us will likely end up in the cemetery. My only hope of survival is to continue making a fortune and staying high while I deal with my inner demons. I want to make millions and enjoy my life, but taxes and legal issues are constantly after me. The media is always in my business, making assumptions, and thinking they know me when they don't. I'll continue to have a no-holds-barred attitude, quick to whip out my weapon if needed. It's a new atmosphere, and everyone needs to keep up with it. If you see me, let me know how you want it.

Cash game, livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real
Playing the cash game, living life in the fast lane, and it's all real.