How We Do [ft. 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 hyrdolics, 808 drums You don't want, none
Nigga betta, 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 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 weed
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 a nigga
wanna, stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent] I put Lamborghini doors on
that Es-ca-lade Low pro so look like I'm riding on
blades In one year mang, a nigga's so paid I have
a straight bitch 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 I'm
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 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

[Hook]

[Verse III - Game] I put gold Daytonas on that
Cherry Six-Four White walls so clean it's like I'm
riding on bulbs Hit one switch mang, that ass so
low Cali got niggaz in New York riding 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!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] [50 Cent] 50, unh
Bentley, unh Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the,
slum Automatic, gun Fuck 'em one-on-one We wrap up
ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done Homie, it's Game
time [Game] You ready? Here I come Call Lloyd
Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk It took
two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with
G-unit Had niggaz like, huh? Don't try
to front I'll leave yo' ass, slumped Thinkin I'm a
punk Get your fuckin head, lumped Fifty got a, gun
[50 Cent] Ready here he 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 Any nigga
tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)