Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song How We Do, artist - The Game. Date of issue: 17.01.2004
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
How We Do |
| 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 |
| Fresh like, unhh; |
| Impala, unnh |
| 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 |
| It's red rum, Ready here I come |
| Compton unh, Dre found me in the slums |
| Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun |
| I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh" |
| Buck pass the blunt |
| These G-Unit girls just wanna have fun |
| Coke and rum, Got weed on the ton |
| I'm bangin 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 |
| I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade |
| Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades |
| In one year mane, 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 Tré pound on my hip |
| Teflon on my chest |
| They say I'm no good, cause I'm so hood |
| Rich folks do not want me around |
| Cause 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 |
| I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four |
| White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on Vogues |
| Hit one switch mane, 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 |
| You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip |
| Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) |
| 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 |
| [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 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 he 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 (G-Unit!) |