Big Tymers This Is How We Do Lyrics

This Is How We Do Lyrics

[Chorus, Mannie Fresh x1]
This how we do it, where I'm from
Thuggin in the
club until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my
waist
Walkin to my escalade, tellin boys im not afraid, to let the
iron
sing out, let the ring out.

[Mannie Fresh]
Got one more
minute, hold that call
2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall
3 crazy dudes
screamin alcohol
4 More youngins claimin that they ball
5 Bartenders and
they all want leave
6 ugly chicks with some hooked up weaves
7 Other
niggaz and they all look rough
8 thugs hollerin y'all don't want it with
us
9 broads runnin off at the mouth
10 broads tryin to hear what they
talkin bout
11 cute shorties that will hold that club
12 wannabe, gonna
be, nuthin but scrubs
13 fights, sticks, bottles and pipes
14 police
reading people they rights
15 minutes on interstate-10
at the strip club,
we gon' do it again

[chorus, Mannie Fresh X2]

[Baby]
Comin thru
my hood on spinnin blades
mommy know my name, homey know I don't play
hop
out the whip and we deal in the shade
cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce
of that grey
early birds dont play, makin drops at the spots
we stuggle
but we hustle, man we hustle round the clock
goin to the club where the
bottles gon pop
we VIP homey, so them hoes gon jock
ay, ay
back on
them 23s, Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)
oh,
you know it be Baby, he going 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, niggaz, stay in y'all
places

[chorus, Mannie Fresh X1]

[Mannie Fresh]
Picture me and
yo misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her face and ask her can she
kiss me
I do you, but never ever him
He is a wimp, and you is a
pimp
Then she go down, to my brown
Ay hoe, I gotta hear that
sound
Slurp Slurp, take that spit
Turn everything off bruh [music
stops]
Check out my outfit [music starts]

[Baby]
I'm in the club,
smokin blunts with my thugs
Mommy show me luv and I never been a
scrub
I'm walkin out, thought Lil One had a grudge, but he show me luv, so I
hit em' with a dub
(thats nuthin lil one)
I'm in an Escalade faded,
waistline crazy
The yellow gold stealth, faded
Glock packin, with the
chrome cocked back
the hood gon' luv it, but them busters gon hate
it.

[chorus X2]

[music fades]