How We Do — текст песни (Game, The)


[The Game]

Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh

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, 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

`Cuz I`m so hood

Rich folks do not want me around

`Cuz 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



[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]

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 niggaz 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

Homie, it`s Game time



[The Game]

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

Thinkin I`m a punk

Get your fuckin head, lumped

Fifty got a, gun



[50 Cent]

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, betta

Than average

On tracks I`m a savage

I damage

Any nigga tryin` to front on my clique (G-Unit!)



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