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letra de how do you want it [heatpac] - charlie heat

[chorus: k-ci & jojo]
how do you want it?
how do you feel?
comin’ up as a n-gg- in the cash game
livin’ in the fast lane, i’m for real
g-g-g-good work, charlie

[verse 1: 2pac]
i love the way you activate your hips and push your -ss out
got a n-gg- wantin’ it so bad, i’m about to p-ss 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 sh-t, you got me fiendin’
body talkin’ sh-t 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, police, catch me if you can
forgive me, i’m a rider, still i’m just a simple man
all i want is money, f-ck the fame, i’m a simple man
mr. international, player with the p-ssport
just like aladdin, b-tch, 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 a ho need
puff some mo’ weed, funk, ya don’t need
approachin’ hoochies with a p-ssion, 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, n-gg-, now tell me how you want it
how you want it?

[verse 2: 2pac]
tell me is it cool to f-ck?
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 b-tches
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’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 n-gg-s play these cali days
c. delores tucker, you’s a motherf-cker
instead of tryin’ to help a n-gg-, you destroy a brother
worse than the others; 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 facts
once i’m released, i’m makin’ millions, n-gg-, top that
they wanna censor me; they’d rather see me in a cell
livin’ in h-ll, only a few of us’ll live to tell
now everybody talkin’ about us, i could give a f-ck
i’d be the first one to bomb and cuss
n-gg-, tell me how you want it
how you want it?

[outro: 2pac]
how you want it?

- charlie heat

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