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Blackstreet - How We Do lyrics
[Hook - 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 [Verse I - Game] Fresh like, uhh; Impala, uhh Crome 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, palm If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones It's red, rum Ready here it, come Compton, unh Dre found me in the, slums Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Uhhhh" 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 [Verse II - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade Low pro's so look like I'm riding on blades In one year man, a nigga 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 Your now 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 goosy ass bitches you can kiss my ass [Hook] [Verse III - Game] I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs Hit one switch mang, 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 Your know rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 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 [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunked 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 yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun [50 Cent] Ready here it 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 (Gun Shot Sound) |
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