[Hook - 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
[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Boy you betta, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
Give me six inches on them white Air Ones
Since red, rum
Ready here I, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin Unnnh
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got green on the ton
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case somebody wanna, stunt
[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pro's, looking like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, you know im so paid
I have a straight chick in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
Cuz I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz it might pop off, and when it pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fu*k out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from no bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
They're bullshit, im hood, they can kiss my ass
[Hook]
[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on vogues
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got hoods 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 fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
Taken from AlbumSongAndLyrics.com[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
[50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came 'n gotta nig*a fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Never one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time
[Game]
You ready? Here It come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfu*ker, crunk
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had the hood like, huh?
Don't try to front
I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
Thinkin I'm a punk
Get your homies head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun
[50 Cent]
Ready here I come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Anybody tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)