2Pac Do What I Feel song lyrics

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

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)

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