Master P — How Ya Do Dat: тексты песен, клипы и концерты

How Ya Do Dat

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Трек «How Ya Do Dat» вышел в 1 января 2005 г. г. на альбоме «{albumName}» (лейбл «Priority Records»)The Best of Master P

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АльбомThe Best of Master P

Дата релиза1 января 2005 г.

ЛейблPriority Records

ЯзыкEnglish

Мелодичность

Акустичность

Валанс

Танцевальность

Энергия

BPM89

ОБЗОР

СЛОВА

Видео

Видео

Создатели

ИСПОЛНИТЕЛИ

Master P

Исполнитель

Young Bleed

Исполнитель

Steady Mobb'n

Музыкант

Gangsta T

Музыкант

Silkk the Shocker

Silkk the Shocker

Музыкант

King George

Музыкант

МУЗЫКА И СЛОВА

C-Loc

Автор песен

George Clifton

Автор песен

Silkk the Shocker

Silkk the Shocker

Автор песен

ПРОДЮСЕРЫ И ЗВУКОРЕЖИССЕРЫ

Happy Perez

Продюсер

KLC

Продюсер

Слова

Uh

How you do that there?

How you do that there?

New Orleans, Baton Rouge, how you do that there?

Lafayette, Lake Charles, how you do that there?

Shreveport, Mississippi, how you do that there?

Alabama, Atlanta, how you do that there?

Florida, Arkansas, how you do that there?

****, say who that, say they wanna do that?

Run up if you will and get yo' ass whipped blue black

My ****, my nerve, fresh off the curb, jelly jam, and preserve

Nothing but balls and my word

And a Mossberg pistol grip pump on my lap at all times

Whatever, my ****, 'cause young **** still dyin'

Hollin' 'bout, huh, ****, what?

Huh, give a fuck, ****, what?

Full of that weed, planted like a poppy seed

A slanted and enchanted nappy **** named Young Bleed Corleone

In the jungle, where the murder million mumble for months and days

Trippin' off these blunts we blaze, hell of a high

And tellin' 'em why, I'ma never say die, you can see it in my eyes

And **** say I fly like a eagle and see no evil, ah

And ain't no sequel to this here

This year, I'm bailin' in the dough

Supernatural, wicked, y'all **** don't hear me though

But see how they runnin' everything on the cool

But they know I'm finna act a fool In this motherfucker

****, holla, how you do that there?

From Texas to Kansas, ****, we don't care

****, holla, how you do that there?

Missouri, Ohio, ****, we don't care

I hear they holla, how you do that there?

D.C. to Nevada, ****, we don't care

And **** holla, how you do that there?

California to Virginia, ****, we don't care

See in these streets, anything goes

My cousin in the pen', hittin' that iron, gettin' swole

Sent me a letter, said, "P, get yo' paper"

Don't trust these hoes, these **** they'll take you

Hustlin' just a habit, young bread and cabbage

Popcorn and grits, ****, tryna get a rabbit

What about a nice stallion to slide in?

Twenty-inch Vogues with some candy paint to ride in

**** flip chains in the game, 'cause we soldiers

Eyes hella red, 'cause a **** blowin' doja

Tie a black shoe strings tight on the Reeboks

Grab the ski mask, DKNY, I mean a plastic Glock

Hoes bounce that ass, **** get dealt with

Keep your enemies tight, ****, never think quick

Pour out some liquor to the homies that are home

R.I.P. to every fuckin' rapper that is gone

****, if you 'bout it, scream it and shout it

It ain't where you from, every **** get rowdy

Game get real, ****, guard yo' grill

'Cause in the fuckin' ghetto, you could lose yo' life fo' a dollar bill

**** holla, how you do that there?

Kentucky, Tennessee, ****, we don't care

I hear they holla, how you do that there?

North Carolina, South Carolina, ****, we don't care

Give a fuck, ****, holla, how you do that there?

Oregon, Utah, we don't care

Uh, I hear they holla, how you do that there?

Arizona, New Mexico, we don't care

It's wicked when I kick it, you don't hear me though

When I hit the door, just hit the flo', time to go

Pay the cost to be the boss in this rap shit

About as wicked as it's gon' get, in the industry, I be

Bringin' the action in this musical fashion

If you don't know, fool, you better ask 'em

'Cause fools that wanna get with, I get with 'em

When I put my gloves on, I'm about to get 'em gone, so long

Please mama, may I go out and be a playa?

Sippin' on Hennessy, a million bitches want me

My **** passed the herb, I took a toke, I'm stayin' true

'Cause whatever he down, with I'm down with it too

So don't get full of that alcohol in the club and think you bad

'Cause if y'all **** start fuckin' up somebody gon' kick your ass

Now who's that makin' that funky noise

It's the locster comin' through with all his boys

Fucked up and let a **** get that right place and time

So now fools I'm goin' for mine, motherfuckers, uh

**** holla, how you do that there?

From New York to Oklahoma, ****, we don't care

I hear they holla, how you do that there?

Minnesota to Michigan, we don't care

Give a fuck, ****, holla, how you do that there?

Illinois to Indiana, ****, we don't care

I hear they holla, how you do that there?

'Cause TRU **** is 'bout it and we don't care, uh

How we do that there? Uh, uh

How we do that there? Uh

How we do that there?

'Cause No Limit **** 'bout it and we don't care, uh

Written by: C-Loc, George Clifton, Silkk the Shocker

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