50 Cent - How We Do lyrics

[Hook: 50 Cent] 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 [Verse 1: The Game] Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums You don't want none, n***a better run When beef is on I'll pop that trunk Come get some, pistol grip pump If a n***a step on my white Air Ones It's red rum; ready, here I come Compton unh, Dre found me in the slums Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin' rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh" Buck, pa** 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, unh I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front, in case a n***a wanna stunt [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-cal-ade Low pro, so look like I'm ridin' on blades In one year, mane, a n***a's so paid I have a straight b**h in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to you just how you like it, girl You know I'm 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 sh** might pop off, and if sh** pop off Somebody gon' get laid the f** out They call me new money, say I have no cla** I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash Bougie a** b**hes, you can kiss my a** [Hook: 50 Cent] 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 [Verse 3: The Game] I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on Vogues Hit one switch, mane, that a** so low Cali got n***as 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 know I'm rockin' with the best Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ah!) [Verse 4: 50 Cent] 50, unh, Bentley, unh Em came and got a n***a fresh out the slum Automatic gun, f** 'em one-on-one We wrap up your punk a** Stunt and you done, homie, it's Game time [Verse 5: The Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf**er crunk It took two months, but 50 got it done Signed with G-unit, had n***as like, "Huh?" Don't try to front, I'll leave your a** slumped Thinkin' I'm a punk Get your f**in' head lumped, 50 got a gun [Verse 6: 50 Cent] Ready? Here he come Got a sick vendetta, to get this cheddar Meet my Beretta, the drama setter Sip Amaretta, my flow sounds better Than average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage Any n***a tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)