Game This Is How We Do Lyrics

This Is How We Do Lyrics

[Hook - 50 Cent]

This is how we do

We make a move and act a fool
while we up in da 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 da 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

Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums

You don't want, none

N**** better, run

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

Come get,
some

Pistol grip, pump

Give me 6 digits on them 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 g*n

I was sellin
r**** when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"

Buck pass the bl***

These
G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun

Coke and rum

Got green 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 n****
wanna, stunt



[Verse II - 50 Cent]

I put Lamborghini doors on
that Es-co-lade

Low pro so look like I'm ridin' on blades

In one
year mang, you know I'm so paid

I have a straight chick 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 that
thang on my hip

Teflon on my chest

They say I'm no good

Cos
I'm so hood

Rich folks do not want me around

Cos it might pop off,
and when it pop off

Somebody gon' get laid the f*** 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

(??????????),
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
hoods 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' (?) on my hip

Teflon on my chest (Ah!)



[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]

[50 Cent]

50, unh

Bentley, unh

Em came 'n got a n**** fresh out the, slum

Automatic, unnh

Never 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 motherf*****, crunk

It took two,
months

But 50 got it done

Signed with G-Unit

Had the hood
like, "huh?"

Don't try to front

I'll leave yo' ass, slumped

Thinkin I'm a punk

Get your homie's head, lumped

50 got a,
unnh

[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

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