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Dru Hill - This Is What We Do lyrics
Featuring Method Man] Yeah<b> </b>baby<b> </b>hey yeah<b> </b>yeah And you know<b> </b>said you know Said you know<b> </b>said you know babe<b> </b>yeah So you say your ish is it And you say your ish is hot You want me to touch your spot Cuz thats how we do it Now I watch your earrings jingle And I watch you work your middle Cuz your handle bars aint little Makes me wanna (Yall aint ready) 1<b> </b> If you wanna dance If you wanna move If you wanna dance Yeah show me what to do I keep it movin, givin it to you Cuz this is what we do This is what we do, yeah (Repeat 1) Said East Side, where you at , yo what the deely And to my ladies over West can you feel me Tell me what the deal with the south And tell me Master P got it all figured out But if you say you with me, show you with me Youre so pretty, you stay shitty, Aaint no shorty over 40 chillin in the VIP with me Damn right, game tight, cuz thats how we do it tonight (Repeat 1) x2 [Method Man]: Who got the best body on the planet I take advantage, then skate like the kissin bandit Leave of hearts Got these shorties out after dark Were lady killers Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or Strange love, seven thirty, Im like Herbie with a Love Bug Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs. You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit Whats goin down? In my mind Im rippin your clothes Playing with your peep girl suckin your toes Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello, Romeo, who like his women on the same level Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled Now Im relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion Or the smashin Honey come on over here, I **** be cold Throw them panties over there, you wont need those You talk like sex You walk like sex Ya smell like sex Ya yell like sex And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man That can sell an Eskimo a fan I come equipped for any spot that you want hit Or want licked, when my ___ hit the ______, ahh, shit I start to think back on how I go hump In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven Couldnt tell me nuthin then, cant tell me nuthin now Honey child, milkin the cow, lovin my style This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids Take em blind, crimp em and crazy, even toothless Lastly, if you know me dont ask me Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty (Repeat 1) x2 If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody) If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout (Repeat 1 until fade |
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