How We Do / The Game
Edited by RcQ
[ Chorus - 50 Cent ]
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
[ The Game ]
Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none, nigga better, 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, uhh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin', "Uhh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the tongue
I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress like, uhh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna stunt
[ 50 Cent ]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade
Low pro's so low look like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year man, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' 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 rockin' with the best
Trey 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 gone 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
[ Chorus ]
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
[ The Game ]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on vogues
Hit one switch man, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin' 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 rockin' with the best
Fo' pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
[ 50 Cent ]
50, uhh, Bentley, uhh
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
[ The Game ]
(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 niggas like, huh?
Don't try to front, I'll leave your ass, slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk, get your fuckin head, lumped
[ 50 Cent ]
(Fifty got a, gun), ready here he come
Gotta sick ven-detta, to get this, chedda
Meet my Ba-retta, the drama, setta
Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds, better
Than average, on tracks I'm a savage
I damage, any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
I damage, any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)