Method Man - This Is What We Do lyrics

Yeah, baby, hey yeah, yeah And you know, said you know Said you know, said you know babe, yeah So you say your ish is it And you say your ish is hot You want me to touch your spot Cuz that's how we do it Now I watch your earrings jingle And I watch you work your middle Cuz your handle bars ain't little Makes me wanna (Y'all ain't ready) [1] - If you wanna dance If you wanna move If you wanna dance Yeah show me what to do I keep it movin', givin' it to you Cuz this is what we do This is what we do, yeah [Repeat 1] Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deally And to my ladies over West can you feel me Tell me what the deal with the South And tell me Master P got it all figured out But if you say you with me, show you with me You're so pretty, you stay sh**ty, Ain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me Damn right, game tight, cuz that's how we do it tonight [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] [Method Man] Yo, yo Who got the best body on the planet I take advantage, then skate like the kissin' bandit Leave of hearts Got these shorties out after dark We're lady k**ers Then blow back apart, raw dealers Tical! Dru Hiller, strange love, seven thirty I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug Then skip town like a Casanova Brown Mrs. You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit What's goin' down? In my mind I'm rippin' your clothes Playing with your feet girl s**in your toes Go round with the Ghetto Sarano', mello, Romeo, who like his women on the same level Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled Now I'm relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion Or the smashin' Honey come on over here, I **** feet cold Throw them panties over there, you won't need those You talk like s** You walk like s** Ya smell like s** Ya yell like s** And all ya want is Mr. Meth, hell of a man That can sell an Eskimo a fan I come equipped for any spot that you want hit Or want licked, when my dick get the f** outta here, ahh, sh** I start to think back on how I go hump In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven Couldn't tell me nuthin' then, can't tell me nuthin' now Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids Take 'em blind, crimpin' them crazy, even toothless Lastly, if you know me don't ask me Call me Method, Mr. Meth if ya nasty [Repeat 1] [Repeat 1] If I move it on the left, will it be hot to d**h If I move it on the right, will you make it last all night (Woody) If I move it up and down, will you make a freaky sound, come on If I move it in and out, will it make you scream and shout Come on [Repeat 1 until fade]