| How do you want it How do you feel
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| Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game
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| Livin' in tha fast lane
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| i’m for real
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| (Tupac)
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| Love tha way you aggrevate your hips
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| and push your a*s out
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| gotta ni**a wantin'
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| it’s so bad
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| i’m about to pa*s out
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| wanna dig you
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| and I can’t even lie about it baby just eleviate your cloths
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| time to fly up out it catch you at a club
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| oh s**t, you got me fiendin'
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| body talken s**t to me but I can’t comprehend the meaning
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| now if ya wanna roll with me then here’s ya chance
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| doin 80 on tha freeway
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| wait police, catch me if they can
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| forgive me i’m a ridah
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| still i’m just a simple man
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| all I want is money
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| f**k tha fame
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| i’m a simple man
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| Mr. International
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| Playa with tha pa*sport
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| just like a ladder bi**h
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| get you anything you ask for
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| it’s either him or me champagne, Hennessy
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| a favorite of my homies
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| when we floss on our enemies
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| witness as we creep to a low speed
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| peep what a ho need
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| puff some more weed
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| funk, ya don’t need
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| approachin' hochies with a pa*sion
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| been a long day
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| but i’ve been drivin' by attraction
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| in a strong way
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| your body is bangin'
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| baby I love it when ya flaunt it time to give it to daddy ni**a
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| now tell me how you want it…
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| How do you want it How does it feel
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| Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game
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| Livin' in tha fast lane
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| i’m for real
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| (Tupac)
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| Tell me is it cool to f**k?
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| you think I come to talk
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| am I a fool or what?
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| positions on tha floor
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| it’s like erotic
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| ironic
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| cause i’m somewhat psychotic
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| i’m hitten' switches on bi**hes
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| like i been fixed with hydraulics
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| up and down like a roller coaster
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| come up beside ya I ain’t quitin' till tha show is over
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| cause i’m a ridah
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| in and out just like a robbery
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| i’ll probably be a freak
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| and let you get ontop of me get her rockin' these
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| nights full of Alazhay
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| a livin' legend
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| you ain’t heard about these ni**as played in cali days
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| Deloris Tucker (blanked out)
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| you’s a muthaf**ker
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| instead of tryin' to help a ni**a
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| you destroy a brotha
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| worst than tha others
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| Bill Clinton
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| Mr. Bob Dole
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| You too old to understand tha way tha game is told
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| your lame
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| so I gotta hit you with tha high facts
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| won’t someone listen?
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| makin' millions
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| ni**as top that
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| they wanna censor me they ratha see me in a cell
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| livin' in hell
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| with only a few of us to live to tell
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| now everybody talken about us I could give a f**k
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| I’d be tha first one to bomb and cuss
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| ni**a tell me how you want it…
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| How do you want it How do you feel
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| Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game
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| I’m livin' in tha fast lane
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| i’m for real
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| (Tupac)
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| Raised as a youth
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| tell truth
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| I got tha scoop on how to get a bulletproof
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| cause I jump on tha roof
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| before I was a teenager
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| mobile phone
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| Skypager
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| game rules
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| i’m livin' major
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| my advasaries
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| is lookin' worried
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| they paranoid of getten' buried
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| one of us gonna see tha cemetary
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| My only hope is survive
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| If I wish to stay alive
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| getten' high
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| see tha demons in my eyes
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| before I die
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| I wanna live my life and ball
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| make a couple million
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| and then i’m chillin'
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| fade’m all
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| these taxs for me crossed up with people tryin' ta sue me media is in my business
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| and they actin' like they know me but i’ma mash out
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| peel out
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| i’m murder quick
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| that’s with the whip’n f**ken steel out
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| yeah ni**a, it’s some new s**t
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| so better get up on it
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| When ya see me tell a ni**a how ya want it How do you want it?
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| How do you want it How does it feel
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| Comin' up as a ni**a in tha cash game
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| Livin' in tha fast lane
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| i’m for real |