How It Goes Lyrics

How It Goes lyrics

f/ Saafir



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[Verse 1 - Chino XL]

A pretty smile can cover up a character

Dirtier than Janet Jackson's clothes

When she played Penny on "Good Times" (right)

A chick in the hood shines

But blind to trick nigga

That has not been exposed to this mentality of mines...

(I find the one I want) If she step up

I get her open like every piece of my mail when I was locked up

Laced up stupid after I drop 'em

Then fuck every model in Q-tip videos with the same condom

(I never met a bitch) That faded me

Cus mentally and physically God was showing off when he created me

(Be afraid of me)

But stop hating me cus women are loving me, I'm sorry

That you was a virgin until your record release party (right)

Hoes won't admit this, but that's groupie's style (yeah)

I call 'em Cleopatras, they the queens of +The Nile/denial+

And these trick niggas dead on 'em

Bithces looking like Barbie doll bodies with a G.I. Joe head on 'em

It's pathetic how quickly are to get naked

Probably infected, shieet! Give me the ones with good credit

Or Dead it, Admitedly I have a fetish you could be on

I like an ass so fat she can turn a boxer shorts to thongs

(Is you hot from all my songs?)

She diggin' me, Got women fingering themselves

Thinking of women fingering themselves that are thinking of me

You know what sickening me? (Yo dog express your feelings)

If Eric Bennet can get Halle Berry I deserve Vannesa Williams



It's how it goes (*3X*)

Tell 'em how it goes yo...



(Chorus)

Saafir + [Chino XL]



This is how it goes

Down in the town of West Oakland keepin' hoes soaked in



[This game will never change]

[In Jersey freaks touch concrete eight inches on cheese baby]



It'll never be

Another me, sauce see squeeze up on a hoe like

"Oh shit you got to pay me!"



[Saafir Talking]

That's real talk,

And you know what's that fat white man name

Ben Franklin

The bald head nigga with the glasses... feel me



[Verse 2 - Saafir]

I dead tricks in the game (what)

Baptise they eyes with the reply that I ain't fly

Trick, bitch, I'm an astronaut

With so much hot acid cock on the concrete

You gotta wear sunblock (know)

Sending these hoes like meteors (whooosh)

By 2004 you'll see me in a space suit

Paper chasin' with hoes in pursuit of my boots

Touch down on that pimp planet, floor

(Gimmie some more)

Up goes the flag made out of wigs and galore

(Take that back)

Panties are vision for male tricks on a mission to hold hoes down

Like gravity, (ha ha), Imagine me (trick)

Cus the way from ya'll I'm like years with the fly gear

And better than credit thats limitless

For breaking a bitch I'm in the mothafucking book of Guinesses

(Breakin' records) Under H.O.T.

Short for: Hoold Ooooon,... Trick!

Let me switch your ?cre-day to mayday

Time to show up, hoe up or blow up (blow up!)

But you know what? (what)

I gotta keep tellin' my other half

Nigga they don't know us, thou shall not hold trust

I'll pass the ass on mine, playalistically divine

No Nickelodeon shit

Hoe take out your clothes and get into this here ?feronien? slick



(Chorus)



[Chino XL]

See I dont' chase these hoes,

These hoes chase me, why chase the doe, yo



[Chino XL signing]

Your purse comes first your ass comes last

And I don't know how long we gon' last

But what you do with all your money baby

You bring it all home to Chi...



[Verse 3 - Saafir]

To a true P.I., the thick ?? less layer

A playa,-listic

Gangsta pulling your age and funny style ass foul

(yeah, but now)

That's it I'm a shake that trick and I'm puttin nothing else on it

I won't arrest the chest and thighs

Recognize the weapon size

When I shoot this game at your ass

Or get shot with hot shit into ya lip

Blister bitch, miss a nigga if you a plain ass coward

With a colorful name that hate players and not the game



[Chino XL]

Woop!(Latin lover lover)

Famous in art

I'm dangersous and smart

Guaranteed victory dating your wifey on the Change Of Heart

No bitches run me, I told you from the start

So many tears shed over me, don't make a scene, make an Ark

(Straight talk)

Women turnin' their beepers, cutting their phones off

I make love to their minds 'til their clothes just fall off!

I fuck Tamia as a side bed

I make chicks consider themselves widows

Whose husbands ain't even died yet (damn)

To best explain it:

Catch me in your living room gettin my hair braided

By your girl, buttnaked

Look at what having the best lines done for me

Your wifey will trade six of you for one of me

(And that's real)



(Chorus)



...Tell em how it goes down (*5X*)