D-12 - That's How... lyrics

This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up If you a loud mouth Trying to wild out And we see just How you laying And we peep your style out (You a punk) When you chilling out in Front of your truck And get stuck That's how n****s Get f***ed up No love at home With your in-folks And the world just keeps F***ing with your mental And all these kids making fun Of your trench coat That's how students Get shot up Hating on us but You come to our show (F*** them n****s) I crowd surf and you let me go Oh no Whip your as* when I get off the floor Just so you know though That's how haters get f***ed up When the police pull you over And s*** and find ganja Now every month They checking on your piss They getting mad 'cause You ain't come back since And now they sweating you That's how P.O.'s Get f***ed up When your mans hook You up with a b**** Over the phone And when you see her She ugly as s*** (God damn) Now at the end of the date She want a kiss And some dick That's how blind dates Get f***ed up Say we got a real crew With a lot of sk** And only one n**** in our crew Make the dollar bills why'all fools just mad 'cause why'all ain't got a deal Local rappers talk too much (Kon Artis:) You don't like this pain But you roll with punks Manage to trip the alarm And you all get stumped Cops got AK's why'all only got pumps That s***'s just dumb That's how Cruzzie Got locked up When your as* want to walk in the club But 'stead of telling you to wait The n**** want to Push and shove (move) They get trampled from The n****s you brought So move over That's how bouncers Get f***ed up When you get your guns Outta the stash And gather all your homies up To go and shoot up a pad Soon as you finished why'all run out of gas You better haul as* That's how drive-bys get f***ed up Mixing weed with the brew Extacy and Kalu, Gasoline fumes Nitrous balloons Acid tablets and magic mushrooms That's how D-12 Get f***ed up I like your records But my album ain't dropped Dr. Dre's my favorite B**** get off his jock Got a backstage pa** And I need to get off want to meet da-da-da Doc? That's how groupies Get tossed up (Bizarre:) Drop outta school Take d** and molest sl*ts Got your girlfriend s**ing on my left nut Your parents don't like me, But guess what (what) 'Cause Bizarre don't Give a f*** Chokin' your wife all in Front of your peeps She toss a brick through The window of your Jeep They back together By the end of the week That's so sweet Slim and Kim argue too much Invite a h*e to your house While your b**** is out Now you got the dick All up in her f***in' mouth Pull it out And then you bust off On her favorite blouse That's how Clinton got caught? up Steal cars, wreck bars, Got f***ed up beyond Recognition, walk in 50 Clubs like we stars Our mission every day is Just to smoke bongs And f*** b****es That's how Runyan Ave. is cut (Swift:) When your life wasn't raised up right See your mother coming home With different n****s every night And then you run in to The one you don't like So get the f*** off That's how step-dads Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up This is how it happens to you That's how people Get f***ed up