2Pac — How Do U Want It Nu-Mixx 2

[Verse 1: 2Pac] I love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out Got a brother wantin' it so bad, I'm about 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 meanin' 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 wish, get you anything you ask for It's either him or me; Champagne, Hennessy A favorite of my homies when we floss on our enemies Witness as we creep to a low speed, peep what my foes 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, sugar, now tell me how you want it [Chorus: Casha] Tell me how do you want it, babe You know that I can make it feel 'Cause it's on my mind all the time Don't you know I'm for real Tell me how do you want it, babe You know that I can make it feel 'Cause it's on my mind all the time Don't you know I'm for real [Verse 2: 2Pac] Tell me, baby, is it cool to touch? I'm a man that you can trust, not just a fool in lust Comin' to get you on the bus is so ironic Exotic, on the verge of erotic I'm hittin' switches on misses Like I been fixed with hydraulics My up and down like a roller coaster Can I cum inside you? 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 The players living Cali days Delores Tucker, you a fake to me Instead of tryin' to help a brother, wanna take his G's Mistaking me for Bill Clinton, Mister 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 tracks Once I'm released, I'm makin' millions, try and top that They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in my cell Livin' in hell, only a few of us'll live to tell Now everybody talkin' about us, I ain't giving up Very wonder taught us all to cuss Come on, tell me how you want it [Chorus: Casha] Tell me how do you want it, babe You know that I can make it feel 'Cause it's on my mind all the time Don't you know I'm for real Tell me how do you want it, babe You know that I can make it feel 'Cause it's on my mind all the time Don't you know I'm for real [Verse 3: 2Pac] I was raised as a youth, tell the truth I got the scoop on how to get a bulletproof Say they bustin' off the roof Before I was a teenager, mobile phone, Skypager Game rules, I'm livin' major My adversaries is gettin' worried They paranoid of gettin' buried One of us gon' see the cemetery 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 the thong Look how they shake it for that cash, once again it's on I had no sympathy for those afraid of mystery Come get with me, I promise passion and ecstasy I'm alone, can I come over there tonight? Depend on me to wanna handle it and get it right Your body is bangin', baby, I love the way you flaunt it Time to give it to daddy, sugar, now tell me how you want it [Chorus: Casha] Tell me how do you want it, babe You know that I can make it feel 'Cause it's on my mind all the time Don't you know I'm for real Tell me how do you want it, babe You know that I can make it feel 'Cause it's on my mind all the time Don't you know I'm for real