Game This Is How We Do (fresh `83) Lyrics

This Is How We Do (fresh `83) 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 1s

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

Low pro so low 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 sh** might pop off,
and if sh** pop off

Somebody gon' get laid the fu** out

They call me
new money, say I have no class

I'm from no bottom, I came up too fast

The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash

Bougie ass bitch, 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 a** 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

Fu** 'em one-on-one

We wrap up ya punk a**, stunt
'n ya done

Homie, it's Game time



[Game]



You
ready? Here I come

Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucka, 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 they clique (G-Unot!)