Game, The - How We Do feat. 50 Cent

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

[The Game]
Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh, Chrome hydraulics, 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, uhh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was sayin' "Uhh"
Buck pass the blunt, These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, Got weed on the tongue
I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, uhh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna stunt

[50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade
Low pro's so low look like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year man, 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, Trey 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

Chorus

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

[50 Cent]
50, uhh, Bentley, uhh, 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

[The Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf**ker, 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 ven-detta
To get this, chedda, Meet my Ba-retta
The drama, setta, Sip Ama-retta
My flow sounds, betta than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique