Wu Block, Raekwon - Do It Like Us lyrics

Yeah, Wu-Block, aiyo, Ghost, aiyo, Chef
Clip up, nigga!

I drop fifty on the order
More hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little
Something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us

Yeah, Donnie laughing at you sore losers
Underdogs hot, 2011 Hoosiers
That's cruisers that's jumped off
From back flipping pussies
Splash, I get all them clothes smelling cushy
Shades on, Aviator lens
Mami sitting in my Benz
Like she Liz Claiborne
That you already rolled, now
It's hella flame, on
Little model bitch, had to get game, on
Yeah, the hood say I'm on fire
Donnie on the street like a Good Year, tire
Still look the same and that's last years
Flyer just more money, but way more, higher

I drop fifty on the order
More hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little
Something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us

Aiyo, Benz and grams being torn
From the rubber bands latifah shorts
Tennis courts in the summer mans'
Skydiving in Fiji Islands with a sweet view
Balley parachutes, the water is deep blue
Micro felt goggles, Brazil models
Keep a mouth full
While I'm hitting they back tonsils
Me and Sheek is Selleck and George Clooney
A Russian chef with scars on his chest
The boats mad roomy
Only niggas that move good pots to the rasta
Switzerland, we flying in vet
To examine the watches
And we ain't gotta throw ice on 'em
We count one for Kiss
Styles, Rae and Cap, L and Mike and 'em

I drop fifty on the order
More hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little
Something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us

Aiyo, two hundred thousand in dust paper
Let a bullet thrust, take your Jacob
I'm always in make-up
Under your trucks, Scottish ruger
Jump suiter rad little slut
One white killa with bucks on
Wearing jewelry, robbing jewelry
Peep out the coats
I switch pockets then pull out the scope
Niggas is dice
Ya'll famous for the legendary clarks
Lamping in Junior's, eating squid
Me and Starks chatting quiet, no talking
Just finger jabbing
Sheepskins grey, beneath the feet
Crisp balley
D&C Kangols, white Russian gazelles
Keep a track on the sickest bat like Modell's

I drop fifty on the order
More hundred on the whip
Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip
Sour when I land a little
Something for the hip
Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us
Nah, they don't do it like we do
Nah, they don't do it like us