Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song U Know How We Do, artist - Lil Wayne. Album song Checkmate, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 20.11.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Cash Money
Song language: English
U Know How We Do |
Look, look, look |
I pass with the top off like my car was named Lil' Kim |
The lil pimp hopped out wrist lookin like a skittles blimp |
Do not introduce me to your chic, that’ll get her flip |
I’ma try not to mention that I’m rich, but it’ll slip |
I really whipped the Z doin' a hundred and thirty |
Come back doin 25 in a hunter Excursion |
Open mouth and it’ll beam like the sun is emergin |
When I’m out, women scream like they thumbin a virgin |
Hummers be swervin like I’m passin y’all in speeding go-carts |
She think she look like a basketball season score chart |
Hotter than a damn blow torch, you see me sizzlin |
When your freak be missin, I got her twurkin n she be whistlin |
Piece be glistenin every time it get a light reaction |
Despite the braggin my chest brighter than Michael Jackson |
BMW motorcycle drag racing dawg |
That playas raw call’em «Lil' Wayne the Don» |
When we come through you know how we do, dog |
(shoo, shoo) up the insterstate with the roof off |
We be shinin in diamonds very blue, dog |
Just the life in the ice’ll make ya cool off |
Damn, I like to rep, I like to shine, I like to look good |
B.Geezy let them niggas know |
I come through in somethin new, hoes hollerin' «Look at him!» |
That be the Hot Boy they call «Bling Bling Slim» |
Park the whip crooked, grab the heat, jump out |
Everybody lookin and sayin «damn he iced out» |
The chain I got on costs more than your dream house |
Presidential Roley, don’t even want talk about |
Say whodi look at your bitch — she drooling from the mouth |
Wanna ride wit lil' B.G. |
and wildout |
Don’t trip, let her come dip wit me dawg |
I share them lips wit Weezy 'til she get locked jaws |
I’m a fool wit it, niggas know but don’t want admit it |
It’s cool, long as you respect me, I’m chillin |
Cross the line I draw for ya — it’s a killin |
It’s gonna be click, clack blucka, blucka brain spillin |
Until then I’m reppin, Stuntin flossed out |
You see me if you up north and I’m down south |
Nigga don’t think I changed, I grew up doin good |
Still: fuck, chill, and get my hair cut in the hood |
Never forget where I come from, I’m too real |
Never for get the days I had to get it how I live |
But it’s better now; |
I’m on another level now |
I got cheddar now; |
I got my shit together now |
I’m livin swell nigga, I’m givin hoes hell nigga |
My broad is in order, I refuse to fail nigga |
Benzos, Beamers, and Bentleys |
Man I’m ballin, go to a dice game wit a hundred G’s |
Lose it — laugh about it — nigga like me don’t miss it |
Make a phone call get my bitch to come bring me 50 |
True that, it’s all gravy, I get that there from Baby |
When I struggle niggas love me — now they can’t take me |
But as long as they don’t fuck wit me — I don’t worry bout’em |
But if they fuck wit me — you gone have to worry bout’em |
Just the life in the ice’ll make ya cool of |