How It Goes

Lyrics

[Intro: Chino XL, sample] Back again... Brick Mob Ill Seeds Hobo Junction Artie Bo... "You and your smiii--..." ...Smile? Smile?? [Verse 1: Chino XL] A pretty smile can cover up a character dirtier than Janet Jackson's clothes when she played Penny on 'Good Times' (Right) A chick in the hood shines But blinds a trick nigga that has not been exposed to this mentality of mines I finds the one I want – if she step up I get her open like every piece of my mail when I was locked up Face stuck stupid after I drop 'em Then fuck every model in Q-Tip's videos with the same condom I never met a bitch – that faded me 'Cause mentally and physically, God was showing off when he created me (Be afraid of me) But stop hating me, 'cause women are loving me, I'm sorry That you was a virgin until your record release party (Right) Hoes won't admit this, but that's groupie's style (Yeah) I call 'em Cleopatras, they the queens of The Nile And these trick niggas dead on 'em Bitches looking like Barbie doll bodies with a G.I. Joe head on 'em It's pathetic how quick they are to get naked Probably infected, shieet! Give me the ones with good credit, or dead it Admittedly, I have a fetish, it could be on I like an ass so fat she can turn a boxer shorts to thongs Is you hot from all my songs? She diggin' me, got women fingering themselves thinking of women fingering themselves that are thinking of me You know what's sickening me? (Yo, dog – express yo' feelings!) If Eric Benét can get Halle Berry, I deserve Vannesa Williams [Pre-Chorus: Chino XL] It's how it goes It's how it goes It's how it goes Tell 'em how it goes, yo... [Chorus: Saafir, (Chino XL), together] This is how it goes Down in the town of West Oakland, keepin' hoes soaked in (This game'll never change) (In Jersey, freaks touch concrete, eight inches, all cheese, baby) It'll never be Another me, Saucee squeeze up on a ho, like "Oh, shit, you gotta pay me!" [Post-Chorus:] That's real talk! And you know, what's that fat white man name? Ben Franklin?? The bald headed nigga with the glasses...? Feel me [Verse 2: Saafir] I dead tricks in the game (What) Baptised they eyes, with the reply That "I ain't fly, trick bitch, I'm a astronaut" With so much hot ass and cock on the concrete You gotta wear sunblock (Ya know!) Sending these hoes like meteors (Whooosh) By 2004, you'll see me in a space suit (Woop!) Paper chasin' with hoes, in pursuit with my boots Touch down on that pimp planet – floor (Gimmie some more) Up goes the flag made out of wigs and velour (Take that back) Panties a vision for male tricks on a mission to hold hoes down like gravity (Ha aha ha) Imagine me (Trick) 'Cause the wave from y'all, I'm light years with the the flight gear Embedded-in credit thats limitless For breaking a bitch, I'm in the motherfuckin' Book of Guinnesses (Breakin' records) Under "H.O.T." – short for: "Hoold Ooooon, – Trick!" Let me switch your grade-A to mayday Time to show up, ho up, or blow up (Blow up!) But you know what? (What?) I gotta keep tellin' my other half – Nigga, they don't know us, thou shall not ho trust (Ho trust!) I'll pass the ass on mine, playalistically divine, no Nickelodeon shit Hoes, take off your clothes, and get into this here Ferrar-dian slip [Pre-Chorus: Chino XL] It's how it goes It's how it goes It's how it goes Tell 'em how it goes, yo... [Chorus: Saafir, (Chino XL), together] This is how it goes Down in the town of West Oakland, keepin' hoes soaked in (This game'll never change) (In Jersey, freaks touch concrete, eight inches, all cheese, baby) It'll never be Another me, Saucee squeeze up on a ho, like "Oh, shit, you gotta pay me!" [Post-Chorus: Chino XL] See, I don't chase these hoes! These hoes chase me, while I chase the dough! Yo! [Bridge: Chino XL signing] Your purse comes first, your ass comes last And I don't know how long we gon' last But what you do with all ya money, baby? You bring it on home to Chi... [Verse 3 - Saafir] Uh! To a true P.I., the thickest ---- layer A playa–listic gangsta Pulling your ancient funny style ass file (Yeah, but now?) That's it, I'ma shake that trick And I'm puttin' nothing else on it I wanna rest the chest and thighs Recognize the weapon size When I shoot this game at your ass Or get shot with hot shit into ya lip Blister, bitch – miss a nigga if you a plain ass coward With a colorful name that hate players and not the game [Chino XL] (Woop! Latin lover lover) Famous in art, I'm dangerous and smart Guaranteed victory, dating your wifey on the 'Change Of Heart' No bitches run me, I told you from the start So many tears shed over me, don't make a scene, make an Ark (Straight talk!) Women turnin' their beepers, cutting they phones off I make love to they minds, 'til they clothes just fall off! I fuck Tamia as a side bet I make chicks consider themselves widows Whose husbands ain't even died yet (Damn!) To best explain it – Catch me in your living room, gettin' my hair braided By your girl, butt-naked Look at what having the best lines done for me Your wifey would trade six of you for one of me (And that's real) [Chorus: Saafir, (Chino XL), together] This is how it goes Down in the town of West Oakland, keepin' hoes soaked in (This game'll never change) (In Jersey, freaks touch concrete, eight inches, all cheese, baby) It'll never be Another me, Saucee squeeze up on a ho, like "Oh, shit, you gotta pay me!" [Outro: Chino XL singing] Tell 'em how it all goes down Tell 'em how it all goes down Tell 'em how it all goes down Tell 'em how it all goes down Tell 'em how it... all goes down...