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50 Cent
This Is How We Do
Lyrics

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, uhh; Impala, uhh. Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums. You don't want, none. Nigga betta, run. When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum. Come get, some. Pistol grip, pump. If a nigga step on my white and1's. Since 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-co-lade. Low pro's so low look like I'm riding on blades. In one year mang, a nigga's so paid. I have a straight bi*ch 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 tre 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 f*ck 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 a*s bi*ches, you can kiss my a*s.

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 it's like I'm ridin on bulbs. Hit one switch mang, that a*s so low Cali got nig*az 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

You ready? Here I come. Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf*cker, crunk. It took two, months. But Fifty got it done. Signed with G-unit, Had nig*az like, "huh?". Don't try to front. I'll leave yo' ass, slumped. Thinkin I'm a punk. Get your f*ckin head, lumped. Fifty got a, gun

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!) .