Artist：game

Songs Title：how we do

This is How we do

We Make a Move and Act a fool while we up in the 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 the club

This is how we do

Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

Fresh like Uhh

Impala Uhh

Crome hydraulics 808 drums

U don't want none

Ni**a betta run

Want beef its on I pop that trunk

Come get some pistol grip pump

If a ni**a step on my white air ones

Since red rum

Ready hear it come

Compton Uhh Dre found me in a slump

Selling that stuff

One hand on my glock

I was selling rocks when Master P was saying uhhh

Buck pass the blunt

The g-unit girls just wanna have fun

Coke and rum

Got w**d on the tongue

I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like uhh

I Make her cum

Purple haze on my lung

Whole Gang in the front

In case a ni**a wanna stunt

I put Lambourgini doors on da Es-ca-lade

Low pro so it look im riding on a planes

In one year man a ni**a so great

I have a straight b**ch in the telly going both ways

Touch me tease me kiss me please me

I give it to u just how u like it girl

U now rocking the best trey pound in my hips

Teflon on my chest

They say im no good

Cuz Im so hood

Rich folks do not want me around

Cuz sh*t might pop off

And if sh*t pop off someone gonna get layed the f**k out

They called me new money

Say I Have no Class

I'm from the bottom i came up to fast

The hell if I care

I'm just here to get my cash

Boojie a** b**ches u could kiss my a**

I'm the Gold Daytona

On tha cherry

White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on Vouges

Hit one switch man

That a** so low

Cali got niggas in new york riding on 100 Spokes

Touch me tease me kiss me please me

I give it to u just how u like it girl

U now rocking wit the best 4 pound on my hip

Gold chain on my chest Ahhhh

50 Uhh

Bentley Uhh

Em came and got a ni**a fresh out of slump

Automatic gun f**k a one on one

Barrat Pump ya punk a** Stuntin' Ya done

Homey its game time

Ready here it comes

Call lloyd banks and get this motherf**ker crunk

It took two months

But 50 got it done

Signed wit g-unit had niggas like huh

Don't try to front

I'll leave your a** slump

Thinking im a punk

Get your f**king head blown

50 got a gun

Ready here it comes

Got a sick bandana to get this cheddar

My Beretta the drama Setter

Sip ar-ma-retta

My flows sound better then average on track

I'm a savage I Damage

Any ni**a tryna front on my click

G-UNIT