Coverafbeelding The Game featuring 50 Cent - How We Do
  • Statistieken
  •   9 weken
  •   5 piekpositie
  •   218 punten
  •   2005

Artiestinformatie

Geboortedatum   29-11-1979
Land   Verenigde Staten



Songtekst

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

Fresh like… uhhh, empala uhhh
Chrome hydraulics, aight o aight drums
U don’t want none, nigga betta run
When beef is on I pop that trunk
Come get some
Pistol grip pump..
If a nigga step on my white airs ones
Since red rum, ready here it comes..
Compton uhh, dre found me in the slomes…
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was selling rocks when master P was saying Uuuuhh
Buck past the blunt, these g-unit girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the tongue
Im banging with my hand up her dress like uhh
I’ll make her come, purple haze in my lungs…
Whole gang getting front, case a nigga wanna stunt

I put Lamborghini doors on that es-co-lade
Low pro’s so look like I’m riding on blades
In one year might, a nigga so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly, going both ways…
Touch me, teas me, kiss me, please me
I give it 2 ya just how ya like it girlll
U’re know rocking with the best tre pounds on my hips, Teflon on my chest.
They say I’m no good
Cuz I’m zo hood
Rich folks do not want me around.
Caus shit might pop-uff, and if shit pop-uff
somebody going get laid, the fuck out.
They call me new money, say I have no class
I am from no buttom, I came up 2 fast.
The hell if I care, I’m just here 2 get my cash
Bougie-ass bitches, u can kiss my ass

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

I put gold daytonas on that cherry-six-four
White walls so clean like I’m riding on bulbs
Hit one switch mang that ass so low..
Cali got nigga’s in New York ridin on hundred spokes..
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it 2 ya , just how u like I girlllll
U know I’m rockin with the best 4-pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest. [ahhhh]

Fifty ohh
Brently ohh
Em came ‘n nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fucking 1- on -1
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it’s game time

U ready? here I come…
Call Lloyd-banks and get this motherfucker Crunk!
It took 2 months , but fifty got It done…
Signed with G-unit, had niggaz like `huh`
Don´t try 2 front
I´ll leave ya ass, slumped
Thinking i´m a pump
Get your fucking head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun

Ready here I come,
Got a sick ven-detta
2 get this cheddar
meet my ba, retta
the drama setta
sip, ama-retta
my flow sounds betta then average
on tracks I’m a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin 2 front on my clique

Songinformatie

ArtiestThe Game,
50 Cent
 A-kant
 B-kant
Platenlabel Interscope


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