How We Do feat. 50 Cent

歌詞

This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums You don't want, none Nigga betta, run When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk Come get, some Pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones Since red, rum Ready here I, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh" Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum Got weed on the ton I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade Low pro's so low look like I'm riding on blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rocking with the best tre pound on my hip Teflon on my chest They say I'm no good Cause I'm so hood Rich folks do not want me around Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on vogues Hit one switch mang, that ass so low Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm rocking with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) 50, unh Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game time You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggaz like, "huh?" Don't try to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinking I'm a punk Get your fucking head, lumped Fifty got a, gun Ready here he come Gotta sick, vendetta To get this, chedda Meet my Ba, Retta The dra-ma, setta Sip Am-a, retta My flow sounds, betta Than average On tracks I'm a savage I damage Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)