How We Get Down 歌词
| 歌曲 | How We Get Down |
| 歌手 | Bad Azz |
| 专辑 | Personal Business |
| 下载 | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Broadus, Brown, Gaines ... | |
| (feat. Doggy's Angels, LaToiya Williams) | |
| Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all | |
| (Bad Azz x2) | |
| See me, I be about my dollars | |
| In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars | |
| I'ma G, we, be up for the Impalas | |
| wit the juice, gettin loose on y'all, I make ya holla | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin | |
| What's happenin, it's a party crackin up in my play pen | |
| The play pen party is poppin, it's strait line up | |
| It's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottom | |
| Oh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it's over | |
| When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur | |
| Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c'mon) | |
| (Kola - Doggy's Angels) | |
| Who make 'em chat? Angels rule the world | |
| Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? (Kola, Kola!) | |
| Who got the turk to the dirt? Throwin nose and dope | |
| Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!) | |
| Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk | |
| Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalk | |
| Keep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!) | |
| Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z! | |
| (Chorus: LaToya Williams) | |
| (oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down | |
| (oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down | |
| (oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down | |
| (oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon | |
| Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt | |
| Every single bottle of 'gnac, you could shine | |
| it ain't no thang, show your paper stack (check it out) | |
| Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz | |
| Take money by the motherfuckin gun | |
| See I'ma gangsta from the East side, the L.B.C. | |
| I wouldn't do it if it wasn't no fun (c'mon) | |
| Oh you gone? I see it real wierd 'til it's over | |
| Where you at? We still smokin and this is Conyiac | |
| (Conyiac - Doggy's Angels) | |
| It's only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies | |
| Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses | |
| Regulate every aspect of the game | |
| (Brain loose, sippin purple smoke) | |
| That got me and Angels choked out (no doubt) | |
| They formally stampeded like Kurk (?) (have some partys) | |
| Step up wit quiet and I could get us | |
| Rep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla | |
| I be out, thugged out, then follow, make 'em swallow | |
| (Chorus x2) | |
| (Bad Azz) | |
| Three, two, one, it's at the NFL like the thang just begun | |
| I'm fucked up, I can't believe I'm still lookin at butts | |
| I can't quit, I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda shit | |
| It's gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split | |
| When it's this kinda party, we always act dope | |
| Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope | |
| Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn | |
| I done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan? | |
| (Big Chan - Doggy's Angels) | |
| Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps | |
| Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped | |
| Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that | |
| We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made | |
| Y'all bought - y'all paid | |
| We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back | |
| Hold that, so let it go and put the bang-bang | |
| That's how we doin the damn thang (damn thang) | |
| (Chorus x4) |
| zuo qu : Broadus, Brown, Gaines ... | |
| feat. Doggy' s Angels, LaToiya Williams | |
| Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it' s Dogghouse y' all | |
| Bad Azz x2 | |
| See me, I be about my dollars | |
| In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars | |
| I' ma G, we, be up for the Impalas | |
| wit the juice, gettin loose on y' all, I make ya holla | |
| Bad Azz | |
| I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin | |
| What' s happenin, it' s a party crackin up in my play pen | |
| The play pen party is poppin, it' s strait line up | |
| It' s an after Aftermath party and my bed' s smelly bottom | |
| Oh you gone, I see real wierd ' til it' s over | |
| When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur | |
| Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh c' mon, c' mon | |
| Kola Doggy' s Angels | |
| Who make ' em chat? Angels rule the world | |
| Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? Kola, Kola! | |
| Who got the turk to the dirt? Throwin nose and dope | |
| Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar Kola, Kola! | |
| Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk | |
| Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave ' em in chalk | |
| Keep it pimpin truly! Got ' em screamin ooh wee! | |
| Angels reppin wit BAD AZZ! | |
| Chorus: LaToya Williams | |
| oh, oh, oh, oh How we get down | |
| oh oh, oh, oh This is how we get down | |
| oh, oh, oh, oh How we get down | |
| oh oh, oh, oh This is how we get down | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon | |
| Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt | |
| Every single bottle of ' gnac, you could shine | |
| it ain' t no thang, show your paper stack check it out | |
| Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz | |
| Take money by the motherfuckin gun | |
| See I' ma gangsta from the East side, the L. B. C. | |
| I wouldn' t do it if it wasn' t no fun c' mon | |
| Oh you gone? I see it real wierd ' til it' s over | |
| Where you at? We still smokin and this is Conyiac | |
| Conyiac Doggy' s Angels | |
| It' s only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies | |
| Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses | |
| Regulate every aspect of the game | |
| Brain loose, sippin purple smoke | |
| That got me and Angels choked out no doubt | |
| They formally stampeded like Kurk ? have some partys | |
| Step up wit quiet and I could get us | |
| Rep the ' boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla | |
| I be out, thugged out, then follow, make ' em swallow | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Three, two, one, it' s at the NFL like the thang just begun | |
| I' m fucked up, I can' t believe I' m still lookin at butts | |
| I can' t quit, I' m off the hizzle wit this kinda shit | |
| It' s gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split | |
| When it' s this kinda party, we always act dope | |
| Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope | |
| Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn | |
| I done, drank all my ' gnac and Cola, whassup Chan? | |
| Big Chan Doggy' s Angels | |
| Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps | |
| Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped | |
| Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that | |
| We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made | |
| Y' all bought y' all paid | |
| We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back | |
| Hold that, so let it go and put the bangbang | |
| That' s how we doin the damn thang damn thang | |
| Chorus x4 |
| zuò qǔ : Broadus, Brown, Gaines ... | |
| feat. Doggy' s Angels, LaToiya Williams | |
| Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it' s Dogghouse y' all | |
| Bad Azz x2 | |
| See me, I be about my dollars | |
| In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars | |
| I' ma G, we, be up for the Impalas | |
| wit the juice, gettin loose on y' all, I make ya holla | |
| Bad Azz | |
| I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin | |
| What' s happenin, it' s a party crackin up in my play pen | |
| The play pen party is poppin, it' s strait line up | |
| It' s an after Aftermath party and my bed' s smelly bottom | |
| Oh you gone, I see real wierd ' til it' s over | |
| When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur | |
| Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh c' mon, c' mon | |
| Kola Doggy' s Angels | |
| Who make ' em chat? Angels rule the world | |
| Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? Kola, Kola! | |
| Who got the turk to the dirt? Throwin nose and dope | |
| Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar Kola, Kola! | |
| Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk | |
| Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave ' em in chalk | |
| Keep it pimpin truly! Got ' em screamin ooh wee! | |
| Angels reppin wit BAD AZZ! | |
| Chorus: LaToya Williams | |
| oh, oh, oh, oh How we get down | |
| oh oh, oh, oh This is how we get down | |
| oh, oh, oh, oh How we get down | |
| oh oh, oh, oh This is how we get down | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon | |
| Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt | |
| Every single bottle of ' gnac, you could shine | |
| it ain' t no thang, show your paper stack check it out | |
| Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz | |
| Take money by the motherfuckin gun | |
| See I' ma gangsta from the East side, the L. B. C. | |
| I wouldn' t do it if it wasn' t no fun c' mon | |
| Oh you gone? I see it real wierd ' til it' s over | |
| Where you at? We still smokin and this is Conyiac | |
| Conyiac Doggy' s Angels | |
| It' s only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies | |
| Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses | |
| Regulate every aspect of the game | |
| Brain loose, sippin purple smoke | |
| That got me and Angels choked out no doubt | |
| They formally stampeded like Kurk ? have some partys | |
| Step up wit quiet and I could get us | |
| Rep the ' boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla | |
| I be out, thugged out, then follow, make ' em swallow | |
| Chorus x2 | |
| Bad Azz | |
| Three, two, one, it' s at the NFL like the thang just begun | |
| I' m fucked up, I can' t believe I' m still lookin at butts | |
| I can' t quit, I' m off the hizzle wit this kinda shit | |
| It' s gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split | |
| When it' s this kinda party, we always act dope | |
| Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope | |
| Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn | |
| I done, drank all my ' gnac and Cola, whassup Chan? | |
| Big Chan Doggy' s Angels | |
| Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps | |
| Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped | |
| Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that | |
| We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made | |
| Y' all bought y' all paid | |
| We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back | |
| Hold that, so let it go and put the bangbang | |
| That' s how we doin the damn thang damn thang | |
| Chorus x4 |
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