Mac Miller, Beedie - How We Do lyrics

Yeah, we in this
This goes out to everybody in the
East end of Pittsburgh city  (412)
Yeah,  I thought we already told 'em, man
(Haha)
Well, let’s show 'em how we do (Somebody's)
Yo, yo, yo

Everybody get in line
 see what’s safe in my jeans
I'm on a nonstop grind like
I'm chasin' my cheese
'Cause, I got places to be and faces to see
If your boy got a order
Need to place it to me
You wanna fight me, you can bite me, punks
Rob ya for your ice cream and your Nike Dunks
I ain't chillin' in the club
But I might be crunk
'Cause, I be sippin’ malt liquor
’til my sight be fucked (Sight be fucked)
Lost day, cross-fade into reality
Feel the sauce
Hate a boss breathin' new formality
Haters: y’all save it all and
Paid 'em all salary
Your fate is just to fade and fall
Once you hear the sound of me
I'm grimy with the flow, you can try me
My eyelids is low
Stayin' high from the ivory
Killin’ tracks with Lil' Mac beside me
N rossi on the beat, east side 'til we die, B

Yo, we be laxed with the hoes on our laps
Sippin' Cognac
When we on, this is how we this is how we
Matter fact
We some macs where we at with my pack
Chillin' back in the 412
Yo, dude wanna know how we do it
(How we do it)
We be flowin', keep our rhymes movin' fluid
(Movin' fluid)
And I really can't explain it
It's the way the Lord made it
If you haters wanna hate it
You'll get ruined (You'll get ruined)

And listen clearly, I'll pronunciate
Beat the pussy up, so the cunts'll hate
Gots too orderly, the nuns are fake
I kill authority no matter how
Many guns it take
I'm havin' fun with Jake, I run this state
I can't leave now, bitch
I got more blunts to bake
I gotta wake and bake
Ain't gon' take a break
Heavy stacks of cash
Call that shit a paperweight
Beedie, Nick and Easy Mac
You know where to find us
Pittsburgh's finest, whole city behind us
I flow mindless, God you can't rhyme with
I rip it first
Then I leave your ass rhyme less
Cop nine, Rick's turn it into pound cake
Duck the law, fuck 'em all
I ain't about Jake your whole crowd's fake
I hate fake shit, in hockey, I'm Crosby
The dude you can't skate with

Ha, we be laxed with the hoes on our laps
Sippin' Cognac
When we on, this is how we this is how we
Matter fact
We some macs where we at with my pack
Chillin' back in the 412
Yo, dude wanna know how we do it
(How we do it)
We be flowin', keep our rhymes movin' fluid
(Movin' fluid)
And I really can't explain it
It's the way the Lord made it
If you haters wanna hate it
You'll get ruined (You'll get ruined)