50 Cent, The Game - This Is How We Do (Fresh '83) 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, 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
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was selling rocks when Master
P was saying "Unnnh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm banging 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's so low look like
I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in
The telly going 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 rocking 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 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 riding on vogues
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz in New York
Riding 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 rocking 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 motherfucker
Crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, "huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinking I'm a punk
Get your fucking 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)