TEKST PIOSENKI HOW DO YOU WANT ITW WYKONANIU 2PAC
Tell me, baby, is it cool to touch?
Tell a man that you can trust
I'm just a fool in lust coming to get you on the bus
It's so ironic, exotic on the verge of erotic
I'm hitting switches on misses like I've been fixed with hydraulics
Man, up and down like a roller coaster
Can I come inside you?
I ain't stopping till the show is over
Cause I'm a ridder, in and out just like a robbery
I'll propably 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 the players living Cali days?
Delores Tucker, you have faith in me?
Instead of trying to help a brother, want to take his G's?
Mistaken me not for Bill Clinton, Mr. Bob Dole
You're too old to understand the way the game's told
You're lame so I got to hit you with the hot tracks
Want some on lease? I'm making millions, try to top that
They want to censor me, they'd rather see me in my cell
It's living hell, only a few of us will live to tell
Haha
Now everybody talking about us, I ain't giving up
The very one that taught us all to cuss
Come on, got a brother wanting it so bad
I'm about to pass out
Want to dig you, and I can't even lie about it
Baby, just alliviate your clothes, time to flop out
Catch you at the club, your hips have got me fiending
Body talking quick to me but I can't comprehend the meaning
Now if you want to roll with me, than here's your chance
Doing eighty on the freeway, catch me if you can
Forgive me I'm a ridder
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 Aladin, twich, get you anything you've asked 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, you don't need
Approaching women with the passion, it's been a long day
But I've been driven by attraction in a strong way
Your body is banging, baby I love the way you flaunt it
Time to give it to daddy, suga
Now tell me how you want us?
Come on tell me how you want it
I was raised as a youth Tell 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 adversaries Is gettin' worried
They 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
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