Listen to How We Do (feat. 50 Cent) by The Game

How We Do (feat. 50 Cent)

The Game

Hip-Hop/Rap

Music Video

The Game How We Do feat 50 Cent
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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
The Game
The Game
Vocals
50 Cent
50 Cent
Vocals
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
All Instruments
Scott Storch
Scott Storch
All Instruments
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Songwriter
Curtis James Jackson
Curtis James Jackson
Songwriter
Andre Romell Young
Andre Romell Young
Songwriter
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Jayceon Terrell Taylor
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Dr. Dre
Dr. Dre
Producer
Mike Elizondo
Mike Elizondo
Producer
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Mauricio "Veto" Iragorri
Recording Engineer
Adam Hawkins
Adam Hawkins
Recording Engineer
José Borges
José Borges
Assistant Engineer
Rouble Kapoor
Rouble Kapoor
Assistant Engineer

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 betta, 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-red, rum, ready here I, 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', "Uhhh" 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 Escolade Low pro so look like I'm ridin' on blades In one year man, a nigga's 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 ya 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 when 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, 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 I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs 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 ya just how you like it, girl You know I'm 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 ya punk ass, stunt and ya done Homie, it's Game time, you ready? Here it come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took two, months but Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit had niggas like, "Huh?" Don't try to front, I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin' I'm a punk get your fuckin' head, lumped Fifty got a gun, ready? Here it come Gotta sick, vendetta 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)
Writer(s): Curtis Jackson, Jayceon Terrell Taylor, Andre Romell Young, Mike Elizondo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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