The Game, 50 Cent - 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
Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums
You don't want, none, nigga better, 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
It's red-rum, ready, here it come
Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master
P was sayin' "Uhhhh!" 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
Uhh
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 Escalade
Low pro
So low look like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year mayne, a nigga so paid
I have a straight bitch in
The telly goin' both ways (ahh)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to you just how you like it, girl
You're now 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 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

This is how wedo
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-fo'
White walls so clean
Look like I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one switch mayne, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York
Ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to you just how you like it, girl
You're now rockin' with the best
Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest
(ahh) 50, uhh, Bentley, uhh
Em came and got a nigga fresh out the slum
Automatic, gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up your punk ass, stunt and you done
Homie, it's Game time! You
Ready? Here it come call Lloyd Banks and get
This motherfucker crunk
It took two months but 50 got it done
Signed with G-Unit, had niggas like, "Huh?"
Don't try to front
I'll leave your ass slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk get
Your fuckin' head lumped
50 got a, gun! Ready? Here it come
Got a sick ven-detta to get this, cheddar
Meet my Be-retta, the drama setter
Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds better
Than average, on tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique
(G-Unit)