Freddie Gibbs - How We Do ('93 Til...) lyrics

[Freddie Gibbs - How We Do '93 Til... lyrics]

Once upon a time round '99
I took a chick to the prom with a big behind
She had a cute face, a thin waist
A bright smile
Titties mediocre, but ass was like BLOWW!
Might have been two thou' when I met that ho
But on the low I used to sweat that ho
I had to let that go
Cause baby had me with a hell of a crush
Love letters on her locker
I ain't give no fuck
What other niggas thought about me
Cause I was all about we
Me and her 'til I D-IE
Made me want to do some shit like
Carve her name in a tree
Like we was K-IS-S-IN-G
But little did I know she had a dude
With hella money, hella jewels
I was just another nigger at school
A straight fool
For thinking I was special or different
Lost my respect for the rest of the bitches
I played hoes and shank hoes for bankrolls
Never thought they'd fill my
Heart with pain though
I would laugh when a broad
Made my niggers feel blue
But the jokes ain't funny when
The joke's on you
Let me stroke something boo
Let me get that pearl
Touch your soft spot, let me in your world
And you can be his girl
And that nigger can remain your man
Freddie G'll be your back-up plan

It's how we do
Cause why have one when a nigga can have two
Three or four hoes I like the ass brand new
Just fuck with me and I'll stay true
"I love you" yea yea I love you too

It's how we do, do, do do do
It's how we do, do, do do do
It's how we do, do, do do do

I had a bad bitch from Nap named Nicole
Nicole used to keep a nigga dick on swole
She knew I had a girlfriend
But she love my pole
And when she saw me with my woman
Then she lost control and went crazy
"Freddie I can't believe you played me
People told me that niggas from
The G was shady
You forgot you didn't wear a
Rubber when you laid me
I'm pregnant and it's your baby"
Hell of a bind
These hoes put me through a hell of a time
Met a girl last year that I thought was mine
Came all the way to NY to see me rhyme
Flew her ass out to LA for Christmas time
And shit was fine, we on the same beat
She ain't got a problem with
Me being in the street
I know I ain't no one and only
But I'm hoping I ain't one of many
Baby pretty, but she try to play me silly
Cause she really wasn't
Thinkin 'bout religion when she tell
Me the dick bomb but then she up and left
Me cause I practice Islam
I guess Mom told her that
The boy ain't right
And she gon' pray to Jesus Christ to
Take me out of her life
And out of her sight, she keep it undercover
I really used to mean it when I
Told her that I love her
But now I know that love
Is a four letter word like fuck and shit
So love you can suck my dick
Baby it ain't about you

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