What We Do

Lyrics

[Intro] Ayy, check this out, right, who we got in here, cuddie? We got the Romper motherfuckin' Room in this motherfucker Crew Thang and the Five-Trey-Fizzive Strictly SES, straight from the motherfuckin' Crest That's right. Mac motherfuckin' Dre is in this Coolio, you know, Da' Unda' Dogg That's right. Mac motherfuckin' Mall And the Sugawolf Pizzimp Not the pimp — what about PSD a/k/a Stevie D, bitch Oh, y'all didn't know? This is what we do... [Verse 1: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg] My lyrical flow got me dwellin' up on the past Servin' 'em on that ass, gettin' my cash, comin' up fast And'll blast you in a minute, drama, quick to jump up in it So end it 'fore you begin it 'cause I'm down to represent it And'll send you higher than your Messiah once I open fire At your own desire I'll flat you like a tire Wire me a kite if you full of fright, that electric sight Ain't no joke, niggas be comin' up short thinkin' they gonna fight Talkin' about that weed, servin' 'em sacks of indo — what you need? All of my homies keyed, niggas free from the life of greed Twisted up on the mixes, won't you fix us niggas somethin' to drank Can't get enough dizank up out the bizank, got fill up my tank Bitches be wantin' my riches and they bitches, man, be jockin' my switches Pullin' around my riches which is cool Because I get 'em, and then I hit 'em You see this what we do when we doin' what we do [Verse 2: Mac Dre] She wants to get married but I ain't and I cain't (I ain't and I cain't) 'Cause I'm sprung on my motherfuckin' dank and some drank (That's right) I got a fat bank, huh, and still break hoes (Still break hoes) And if your bitch gets to jockin', I will break yours (Will break yours) The Mac named Dre from the C-R-E-S-T (C-R-E-S-T) Ask about a nigga and they all would say 'Yes, he's the shizit' I gizit, much pussy on my dizick Never would I lizick or pay like a trizick I'm like that, potna, I thought you heard (Thought you heard) Fuckin' with your brain like some Thunderbird (Some Thunderbird) I'm doper than a joint of that potent dank (Potent dank) And funky like the county jail holding tank (Ugh) Romper, Room, crew for life If I thrust ya once, ho, I'ma thrust ya twice (Thrust ya twice) What is I'm sayin' on this microphone I get Romped out when my mic is on (Romped out) [Verse 3: PSD] I make the Statue of Liberty get freaky Scoot her panties over, play with her pussy Make her pay me to jook me Playa playa, oh hell yeah, motive be to skeet her Menage a trois, you, her and I, bubble while you G her, yeah A Crew Thang nigga keepin' it real Up against it with my protégés reachin' for mills, mmm We puts the pussy-whip in ill fashion And bend a corner hella squatted with that scrill flashin' (What you squattin'?) A Mitsubishi, 2-triple-zero GT VR 4, Nike shoe to the floor If it's not relatable to dollars I can't holla Tryna prosper, turnin' down nothin' but collars That's what we wantin', hutch, I strut with a limp Through the party off Bacardi with the Sug'Wolf Pimp, ugh PS to TS, Country Club Creezest We just gon' tear the roof off this bitch [Verse 4: Dubee] Now it's the hog in your dog speakin' once more Crestsidin' through the door, and pimp a ho more Than them hoes they be frozen, jockin' on a player Hollerin' 'Pimp 'til I die,' runnin' game like the mayor Extreme heavy hustler, stack a chip fiend In the game of the big dogs, mutts and the fleas But G's like me, we pimp and don't slack Stack G's for my neez, fetti fiend for the scratch Bitch, I'm hustlin' hard So now they wanna put the Mac down and bogard But I won't let 'em, known to sweat 'em for the green when I mack 'Cause I hound dog hoes and sure won't slack (Never) It's SugaWolf Pimp in me Nothin' but the motherfuckin' Mark Street G Servin' this game like a thang of the 'caine somethin' serious Comin' like dick, mayne, flowin' like a period [Verse 5: Mac Mall] 1:40 in the morning, Brougham reekin' of the rope, see All my cuddies high and so am I so peep game I be bold These hoes is on some motherfuckin' alien shit But me and Kill-a-Hoe won't peel a hoe, push her off a cliff Ripped off Hennessy, trick bitch, I'll slap ya head off And if your nigga move, Crestsiders gon' dump that lead off Your man is a midget, he like to floss and trick bread off But ho, I'm from the North and fa sho' you gotta get off See, I'm a third generation Mac I like my hoes hella thick like the trunk on my Cadillac But bitches on me like Prozac Oh, you didn't know that little ho was sessed out like that? [Outro] Bitch, I thought you knew (Thought you knew) Comin' straight from the Crest, this is what we do (This is what we do) You little bitch, I thought you knew (Thought you knew) Comin' straight from the Crest, this is what we do (This is what we do) Bitch, I thought you knew (Bitch, I thought you knew) Comin' straight from the Crest, this is what we do You little bitch, I thought you knew (Bitch, I thought you knew) Comin' straight from the Crest, this is what we do (This is what we do)