Hill Dru This Is What We Do Lyrics

This Is What We Do Lyrics

Featuring Method Man]  

 Yeah  baby  hey yeah  yeah  

 And you know  said you know  

 Said you know  said you know babe  yeah  

 So you say your ish is it  

 And you say your ish is hot  

 You want me to touch your spot  

 Cuz thats how we do it  

 Now I watch your earrings jingle  

 And I watch you work your middle  

 Cuz your handle bars aint little  

 Makes me wanna (Yall aint ready)  

 1   If you wanna dance  

 If you wanna move  

 If you wanna dance  

 Yeah show me what to do  

 I keep it movin, givin it to you  

 Cuz this is what we do  

 This is what we do, yeah  

 (Repeat 1)  

 Said East Side, where you at , yo what the deely  

 And to my ladies over West can you feel me  

 Tell me what the deal with the south  

 And tell me Master P got it all figured out  

 But if you say you with me, show you with me  

 Youre so pretty, you stay shitty,  

 Aaint no shorty over 40 chillin in the VIP with me  

 Damn right, game tight, cuz thats how we do it tonight  

 (Repeat 1) x2  

 [Method Man]:  

 Who got the best body on the planet  

 I take advantage, then skate like the kissin bandit  

 Leave of hearts  

 Got these shorties out after dark  

 Were lady killers  

 Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or  

 Strange love, seven thirty, Im like Herbie with a Love Bug  

 Then skip town like a Casanova brown Mrs.  

 You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit  

 Whats goin down?  

 In my mind Im rippin your clothes  

 Playing with your peep girl suckin your toes  

 Go round with the Ghetto Sarano, mello,  

 Romeo, who like his women on the same level  

 Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled  

 Now Im relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle  

 Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples  

 Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion  

 Or the smashin  

 Honey come on over here, I **** be cold  

 Throw them panties over there, you wont need those  

 You talk like sex  

 You walk like sex  

 Ya smell like sex  

 Ya yell like sex  

 And all ya want is Mr. Map, hell of a man  

 That can sell an Eskimo a fan  

 I come equipped for any spot that you want hit  

 Or want licked, when my ___ hit the ______, ahh, shit  

 I start to think back on how I go hump  

 In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven  

 Couldnt tell me nuthin then, cant tell me nuthin now  

 Honey child, milkin the cow, lovin my style  

 This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids  

 Take em blind, crimp em and crazy, even toothless  

 Lastly, if you know me dont ask me  

 Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty  

 (Repeat 1) x2  

 If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death  

 If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody)  

 If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on  

 If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout  

 (Repeat 1 until fade