Wa Bu'ra

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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

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Duration
04:25
Key
10
Tempo
127 BPM

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