Chorus: K-Ci 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 
How do you want it? How do you feel? 
Comin up as a nigga in the cash game 
livin in the fast lane; I'm for real 

Verse One: 2Pac 

Love the way you activate your hips and push your ass out 
Got a nigga 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, oh shit you got me fiendin 
Body talkin shit 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, 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 
Mr. International, playa 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 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 nigga now tell me how you want it 
(Tell me how you want it! La-dy, yeahhhyeah) 

Chorus 

Verse Two: 2Pac 

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 hittin switches on bitches 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'ma 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 niggaz play these Cali days 
Delores Tucker, youse a motherfucker 
Instead of tryin 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 is told 
You're lame so I gotta hit you with the hot facts 
Want some on lease? I'm makin millions, niggaz top that 
They wanna censor me; they'd rather see me in a cell 
livin 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 

Chorus 

Verse Three: 2Pac 

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, SkyPager 
Game rules, I'm livin major -- my adversaries 
is lookin worried, they paranoid of gettin buried 
One of us gon' see the cemetary 
My only hope to survive if I wish to stay alive 
Gettin 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 chillin fade em all, these taxes 
got me crossed up and people tryin to sue me 
Media is in my business and they actin like they know me 
Hahaha, but I'ma mash out, peel out 
I'm with it quick I'se quick to whip that 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? 

Chorus 2X 

[2Pac] 
How you want it? 
Yeah my nigga Johnny J 
Yeah, we out 

Chorus 

[2Pac] 
Tell me 

Chorus 

[2Pac] 
Cash game, livin in the fast lane, I'm for real