Big Tymers This How Dey Do-edited Lyrics

This How Dey Do-edited Lyrics

Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah



[Chorus] (2x)

This how dey do it, where I'm from

I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun

Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist

Walkin to my Escalade, tell them boyz I'm not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out



Hey, Got one more minute, hold that call

Two drunk players leaning on the wall

Three crazy dudez screamin, "alcohol"

Four more youngaz claimin' that they ball

Five bartenders and they all want leave

Six ugly chicks with some hooked on weed

Seven butch chicks and they all look rough

Eight thugs hollerin', "you don't want it wit us"

Nine brods runnin' off at the mouth

Ten brods trying to hear what they talkin' about

Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club

Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs

Thirteen fights, stick, bottles and pipes

Fourteen police reading peoplez they rights

Fifteen minutes on interstate-10

At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa



[Chorus] (2x)



Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades

Mami know my name, homie know I don't play

Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade

Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze

Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots

We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock

Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop

We VIP homie, so them jaws gon' jock

Laid Back on them 23s

Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be playa? (Hello)

You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated

Porsche trucks, Infinity graded

Gotta give props to the man that made me

Red Gold, I start it went crazy

Afford to stunt, boy, stay in y'all places



[Chorus] (2x)



Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas

I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this

I do you, but never ever him

He is a wimp, and you is a pimp

Then she goes down, to my brown

One eye, big guy, hear that sound?

Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)

Turn everything off bruh

Check out my outfit (music resumes)



I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs

Mami show me love, and I never been a scrub

I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge

She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub

(that's nothin' lil' one)

I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy

The yellow-gold stealth, faded

Got the chrome, nigga, plated

The hood is gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it



[Chorus] (Fade ToEnd)