Game How We Do Feat50 Cent (prodby Dr.dre) Lyrics

How We Do Feat50 Cent (prodby Dr.dre) Lyrics

[Hook - 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 



[Verse I - Game] 

Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh 

Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums 

You don't want, none 

Nigga betta, run 

When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum 

Come get, some 

Pistol grip, pump 

If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones 

Since red, rum 

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 "Unnnh" 

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 



[Verse II - 50 Cent] 

I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade 

Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades 

In one year mang, 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 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 



[Hook] 



[Verse III - Game] 

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four 

White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs 

Hit one switch mang, 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!) 



[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] 

[50 Cent] 

50, unh 

Bentley, unh 

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 

[Game] 

You ready? Here I come 

Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, 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, vendetta 

To get this, chedda 

Meet my Ba, Retta 

The dra-ma, setta 

Sip Am-a, retta 

My flow sounds, betta 

Than average 

On tracks I'm a savage 

I damage 

Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)