歌名 | how do you want it |
歌手 | 2PAC |
专辑 | All Eyez On Me |
歌词 | [Chorus: K-Ci and 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 [Verse One: 2Pac] 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, 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! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) [Chorus] [Verse Two: 2Pac] 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 niggaz 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, niggaz 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 [Chorus] [Verse Three: 2Pac] 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 How do you want it? [Chorus 2X] [2Pac] How you want it? Yeah my nigga Johnny J Yeah, we out [Chorus] [2Pac] Tell me [Chorus] [2Pac] Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I´m for real |