How We Do (feat. 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

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, uh, Impala, uh

Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums

You don't want none, **** better run

When beef is on, I'll pop that trunk

Come get some, pistol grip, pump

If a **** step on my white Air Ones

It's red-rum, ready? Here it come

Compton, uh, Dre found me in the slums

Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun

I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin' "Uh!"

Buck pass the blunt

It's 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, uh

I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs

Whole gang in the front in case a **** 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 ****'s so paid

I have a straight bitch 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'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 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-fo'

White walls so clean look like I'm ridin' on Vogues

Hit one switch mayne, that ass so low

Cali got **** 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 (Ah!)

50, uh, Bentley, uh

Em came and got a **** fresh out the slum

Automatic, gun, fuck 'em one-on-one

We rat pack 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 **** 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 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 **** tryin' to front on my clique

G-Unit!