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This is how we do |
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We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club |
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This is how we do |
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Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love |
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This is how we do |
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We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club |
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This is how we do |
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Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love |
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[Verse I - Game] |
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Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh |
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Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums |
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You don't want, none |
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Nigga betta, run |
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When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk |
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Come get, some |
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Pistol grip, pump |
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If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones |
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Since red, rum |
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Ready here I, come |
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Compton, unh |
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Dre found me in the, slums |
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Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun |
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I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh" |
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Buck pass the blunt |
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These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun |
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Coke and rum |
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Got weed on the ton |
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I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, unh |
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I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs |
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Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt |
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[Verse II - 50 Cent] |
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I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade |
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Low pro's so low look like I'm riding on blades |
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In one year mang, a nigga's so paid |
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I have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways (Ah!) |
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Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me |
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I give it to ya just how you like it, girl |
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You know I'm rocking with the best tre pound on my hip |
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Teflon on my chest |
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They say I'm no good |
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Cause I'm so hood |
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Rich folks do not want me around |
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Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off |
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Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out |
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They call me new money, say I have no class |
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I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast |
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The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash |
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Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass |
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[Hook] |
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[Verse III - Game] |
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I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four |
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White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on vogues |
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Hit one switch mang, that ass so low |
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Cali got niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes |
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Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me |
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I give it to ya just how you like it, girl |
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You know I'm rocking with the best fo' pound on my hip |
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Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) |
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[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent] |
[50 Cent] |
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50, unh |
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Bentley, unh |
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Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum |
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Automatic, gun |
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Fuck 'em one-on-one |
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We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done |
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Homie, it's Game time |
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[Game] |
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You ready? Here I come |
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Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk |
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It took two, months |
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But Fifty got it done |
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Signed with G-unit |
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Had niggaz like, "huh?" |
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Don't try to front |
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I'll leave yo' ass, slumped |
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Thinking I'm a punk |
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Get your fucking head, lumped |
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Fifty got a, gun |
[50 Cent] |
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Ready here he come |
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Gotta sick, vendetta |
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To get this, chedda |
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Meet my Ba, Retta |
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The dra-ma, setta |
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Sip Am-a, retta |
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My flow sounds, betta |
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Than average |
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On tracks I'm a savage |
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I damage |
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Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!) |