Lyrics provided by https://www.songarea.com/ ---How Do U Want It (feat. KC & JoJo)--- --2Pac-- K-Ci & 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?Yeah How do you feel? Comin' up, as a {nigga} in the cash game Livin' in the fast lane, I'm for real I love the way you Activate your hips and push your {ass} out Got a brother 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 Your hips have got me fiendin' Body talkin' quick 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 Catch me if you can Forgive me I'm a rider Still I'm just a simple man All I want is money plus the fame, I'm a simple man Mr. International Player with the passport Just like Aladdin, twitchGet you anything you ask for Either him or me The champagne, Hennessey, favorite of my Homies when we floss, on our enemies Witness as we Creep to a low speed, peep, what my foes need Make some more G's, funk Ya don't need Approachin' women with a passion, been a long day But I've been driven by attraction in a strong wayYour body is bangin', baby, I love the way you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy, sugar, now tell me how you want itTell me, baby Is it cool to touch? Tell a man that you can trust I'm just a fool in lustComin' to get you on the bus It's so ironic Exotic, on the verge of erotic I'm hittin' switches on misses like I been fixed with hydraulics Ma, up and down like a roller coasterCan I come inside ya I ain't stoppin' til 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 them players livin' Cali days Delores Tucker, you a faith in me Instead of tryin' to help a brother, wanna take his G's Mistaken me for 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 tracksWant some on lease? I'm makin' millions, tryin' to top that They wanna censor me They'd rather see me in a cell Just live in hell Only a few of us'll live to tellHeh heh Now everybody talkin' bout us, I ain't givin' up The very one that taught us all to cuss Come on, tell me how you want itI was raised as a youthTell the truth, I got the scoop On how to get a bulletproof Suckers bustin' off the roof And when I was a teenager Mobile phone, SkyPager Game rules, I'm livin' major, my adversariesIs gettin' worriedThey paranoid of gettin' buried One of us gon' see the cemetary They wonder if my lifestyle's changed And am I through with all the pain Survivin' in this game And still the same Honey, just meet me at the strip club, bring a thong Look how they shakin' for that cash Once again, it's on I have no sympathy for those who afraid of mystery Come get with me, I promise passion and ecstacy I'm alone, can I come over There tonight? Depend on me, the one to handle it and get it right- to fade