Music Service


by 2Pac with K-Ci & Jojo
# Debut Chart
1 Jun '96 Hot 100
1 Jun '96 R&B


[CHORUS] How do you want it How do you feel Coming up as a nigga in a cash game Living in tha fast lane I'm for real

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Love the way you activate your hips And push your ass out Got a nigga wanting 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 fiending Body talking shit to me But I can't comprehend the meaning Now if you wanna roll with me Then here's your chance Doing 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 Mister International Player 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 more weed Funk, you don't need Approaching hoochies with a passion Been a long day But I've been driven by attraction In a strong way Your body is banging, baby I love it when you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy, nigga Now tell me how you want it [repeat CHORUS 2x] 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 hitting switches on bitches Like I been fixed with hydraulics Up and down like a roller coaster I'm up inside you I ain't quitting 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 rocking these Nights full of Alize A living legend You ain't heard about these niggaz Play these Cali days Delores Tucker You's a motherfucker Instead of trying 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's told You're lame so I gotta Hit you with the hot facts Want some on lease I'm making millions, niggas, top that They wanna censor me They'd rather see me in a cell Living 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 [repeat CHORUS 2x] 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, Sky Pager Game rules, I'm living major My adversaries is looking worried They paranoid of getting buried One of us gonna see the cemetary My only hope to survive If I wish to stay alive Gettinf 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 chilling Fade 'em all These taxes got me crossed up And people trying to sue me Media is in my business and They acting like they know me But I'm-a mash out, peel out I'm with it quick I's quick to whip That fucking 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 CHORUS 7x]


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