sábado, 25 de febrero de 2012

Lyric How Do You Want It - 2Pac

Lyric Song How Do You Want It: 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
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 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 mother er 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 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 in 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

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