[KC and JoJo of Jodeci] 2X
How do you want it
How do you feel
Comin' up as a Nigga in tha cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real

[Tupac]
Love the way you aggravate your hips
And push your ass out
Gotta nigga wantin'
It's so bad
I'm about to pass out
Want to dig you
And I can't even lie about it
Baby just elevate your cloths
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 ya want to roll with me
Then here's ya chance
Doin' 80 on the freeway
Wait police, catch me if they 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 a ladder 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 ho need
Puff some more weed
Funk, ya don't need
Approachin' hochies with a passion
Been a long day
But I've been drivin' by attraction
In a strong way
Your body is bangin'
Baby I love it when ya flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy nigga
Now tell me how you want it

[Chorus: x2 KC 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

[Tupac]
Tell me is it cool to fuck?
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 hitten' switches on bitches
Like I been fixed with hydraulics
Up and down like a roller coaster
Come up beside ya
I ain't quitin' till the show is over
Cause I'm a 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 played in Cali days
Deloris Tucker
You's a motherfucker
Instead of tryin' to help a nigga
You destroy a brother
Worst than the others
Bill Clinton
Mr. Bob Dole
You too old to understand the way the game is told
Your lame
So I gotta hit you with the high facts
Won't someone listen?
Makin' millions
Niggas top that
They want to censor me
They rather see me in a cell
Livin' in hell
With only a few of us to live to tell
Now everybody talkin' about us
I could give a fuck
I'd be tha first one to bomb and cuss
Nigga tell me how you want it

[Chorus: x2]

[Tupac]
Raised as a youth
Tell truth
I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof
Cause I jump on the roof
Before I was a teenager
Mobile phone
Sky-pager
Game rules
I'm livin' major
My adversaries
Is lookin' worried
They paranoid of getten' buried
One of us gonna see the cemetery
My only hope is survive
If I wish to stay alive
Gettin' high
See the demons in my eyes
Before I die
I want to live my life and ball
Make a couple million
And then I'm chillin'
Fade'm all
These tax's for me crossed up
With people tryin' ta sue me
Media is in my business
And they actin' like they know me
But I'ma mash out
Peel out
I'm murder quick
That's with the whip'n 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?

[Repeat: x3 KC and JoJo]
How do you want it
How does it feel
Comin' up as a Nigga in the cash game
Livin' in tha fast lane
I'm for real

Writer : FISHER, BRUCE / WARE, LEON / RICHARDSON, STANLEY / SHAKUR, TUPAC / JACKSON, JOHNNY / JONES, QUINCY
Copyright : Lyrics © Warner/Chappell Music, Inc.