How We Do

Lyrics

[Chorus: 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 1: The Game] Fresh like, uh, Impala, uh Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums You don't want none, nigga better run When beef is on, I'll pop that trunk Come get some, pistol grip pump If a nigga 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' "Uhhh" Buck pass the blunt These 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 nigga wanna stunt [Verse 2: 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade Low pro, so low look like I'm ridin' on blades In one year mayne, a nigga so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin' both ways (Ahh) 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 [Chorus: 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 3: The Game] 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 niggas 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 (Ahh) [Verse 4: 50 Cent] 50, uh, Bentley, uh Em came and got a nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun, fuck a one-on-one We rat pack your punk ass, stunt and you done Homie, it's Game time [Verse 5: The Game] 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 niggas 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 [Verse 6: 50 Cent & The Game] Ready? Here it come Got a sick ven-detta to get this, cheddar Meet my Be-retta, the drama setter Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds better Than average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage Any nigga tryna front on my clique G-Unit! [Instrumental Outro]