50 Cent: How we do

Ft. Game [Chorus - 50 Cent]This is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we doNobody do it like we do it so show us some loveThis is how we doWe make a move and act a fool while we up in the clubThis is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love[Verse I - Game]Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnhChrome hydrolics, 808 drumsYou don't want, noneNigga betta, runWhen beef is on, I'll pop that, drumCome get, somePistol grip, pumpIf a nigga step on my white Air, OnesSince red, rumReady here I, comeCompton, unhDre found me in the, slumsSellin that skunk, one hand on my gunI was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"Buck pass the bluntIts G-Unit, girls just wanna have funCoke and rumGot weed on the tonI'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unhI'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungsWhole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt[Verse II - 50 Cent]I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-ladeLow pro so low look like I'm riding on bladesIn one year mang, a nigga's so paidI have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please meI give it to ya just how you like it, girlYou know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hipTeflon on my chestThey say I'm no goodCuz I'm so hoodRich folks do not want me aroundCuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop offSomebody gon' get laid the fuck outThey call me new money, say I have no classI'm from the bottom, I came up too fastThe hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cashWoozy ass bitches, you can kiss my ass[Chorus][Verse III - Game]I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-FourWhite walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbsHit one switch mayn, that ass so lowCali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokesTouch me, tease me, kiss me, please meI give it to ya just how you like it, girlYou know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hipGold chain on my chest (Ah!)[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent][50 Cent]50, unhBentley, unhEm' came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slumAutomatic, gunFuck 'em one-on-oneWe wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya doneHomie, it's Game time[Game]You ready? Here I comeCall Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunkIt took two, monthsBut Fifty got it doneSigned with G-unitHad niggaz like, "huh?"Don't try to frontI'll leave yo' ass, slumpedThinkin I'm a punkGet your fuckin head, lumpedFifty got a, gun[50 Cent]Ready here he comeGotta sick, vendettaTo get this, cheddaMeet my Ba, RettaThe dra-ma, settaSip Am-a, rettaMy flow sounds, bettaThan averageOn Tracks I'm a savageI damageAny nigga tryin' to front on my clique