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Shabaam Sahdeeq - That's How We Do lyrics
[Chorus] That's how we do... That's how we do... That's how we do... That's how we do... [Shabaam talking over Chorus] Yeah, O-Negative, yaknowha'msayin Puttin these hot tracks down, yaknowha'msayin All day, every day, yaknowha'msayin We got that Henny, we got that haze, knowha'msayin We got the broads over here, knowha'msayin They got on the tight skinwear, knah'mean Chillin up in the parks, chillin in the cars Blast music... Y'all fools don't got no handle, Y'all don't know what to do with that ball Pass that.. Pass the peel, y'all fools can't score for Will Raw is the deal, ya face hit the floor like heels I paid my dues, while y'all hurts play the fool Display my tool, fix whatever problem you got Fuck ya beats, my clique got majors tracks Like ya trick weave and bobbie pins, shit that could wrap Our elevator chops it up like helicopter propellers S-Double the mozzarella, free my peeps like Mandela Respect me duke, and I do the same for you G'head, play Mr. Toughy, getcha head unscrewed I know made men who move llel, but you sayin they new Pop toast in every rhyme, whatchu sayin ain't true I come through boppin 'em, with Myers Rum Face twist, think about where my next meal comin from Don't roll ya hands up, just focus ya mind and listen Without the rocks I glisten, what I'm spittin, gotchu niggaz pissin in ya pants standin in the puddle In the huddle I'm bound to bubble When my drink drop niggaz in trouble [Chorus] [Shabaam talking over chorus] In trouble man, yaknowha'mean (In trouble kid) S-Double smoke somethin, streets know Shabaam Sahdeeq (That's what?) That's how we do, get busy (That's what?) Uh.. niggaz in BK 95 send 'em all niggaz (That's what?) Flatbrush beatin and Westbury beats Holla (Smash 'em!) knahmean? Bed-Stuy, Hart, Costiasco niggaz (Yo let these magazine...) I'm holdin a ace, holdin my place, holdin a eight Ball; for them niggaz that crack like sidewalks Money talks, you'll be on a vacation with Mr. Rawk' On Fantasy Isle, that's why we stay poundin you out I'm out for the gold, out for the plaque, out for the map I'm takin it over, with a black holster strapped to the shoulder Watch ya step, quiet as kept, fuck ya rep I'm leavin 'em wet like seals and snatchin their meal Uncompromise and we got the fuel To keep the track pumpin like lifer dudes In yard nigga, fix ya face All that hate radiates when you step in the place At the dorm at LIU, blunts and brews Two chicks, my mind off from rival crews Me and Pablo, pimp game, hiked 'em up Right to fuck, two latex lay in the cup They was already drunk, ready to get they perms sweated out And she said nothin when I put it in her mouth Yeah I stay poker faced, when I'm smokin a mocha And I keep bitches happy like diamond chokers [Chorus] 2x [Shabaam talking over chorus] We ain't trickin, feel me shorty? Uh, hahah... Yeah, my Jersey niggaz, my E.O. niggaz My T-Neck niggaz, yeah, my Sack niggaz Englewood niggaz, Jersey City up on the hill niggaz Newark niggaz, Ervington niggaz, Monteclair niggaz.. You feel me, summertime, wintertime We out there all year 'round Yeah, you know how we do, my Bronx niggaz 176th Street niggaz, knahm'sayin My Mt. Hoke niggaz, my Walton niggaz My East Treemont niggaz, yo my Cedric niggaz My Riverpark Tower niggaz, yeah holla... |
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