The Game - How We Do (with Lyrics & Subtitles)
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The Game - How We Do (en) Lyrics
By RentAnAdviser.com
This is how we do
We make a move and act a fool
while we up in the club
Nobody do it like we do it,
so show us some love
Fresh, like, unh; Impala, unh
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 redrum; 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' "Uhhhh"
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
I put Lamborghini doors
on that Es-clade
Low pro, so look like
I'm ridin' on blades
In one year, mane, 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 you 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,
‘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!
I put gold Daytonas on
that cherry six-fo'
White walls so clean it's like
I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one switch, mane, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York
ridin' on hundred spokes
Four pound on my hip, gold
chain on my chest (Ah!)
50, uhh, Bentley, uhh
Em came and got a nigga
fresh out the slum
Automatic gun, fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up your punk ass,
stunt and you done
Homie, it's Game time
You ready? Here I 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
Ready? Here he come
Got a sick vendetta,
to get this cheddar
Meet my Beretta, the drama, setter
Sip Amaretta, my flow sounds better
Than average, on tracks
I'm a savage, I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front
on my clique (G-Unit!)
Please support me on PATREON Thank you!