This Is How We Do

written by Andre Young, Carrington Mason, Curtis Jackson, Jayceon Taylor, Michael Elizondo, Russell Deyo, & Duane Hughes

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 unhh!
Impala unnh!
Crome hyrdolics,
808 drums,
You don't want none,
Nigga better run,
When beef is on,
I'll pop that drum.

Come get some,
Pistol grip pump,
Give me six inches,
On my white Air-Ones,
Since red rum,
Ready here I come,
Compton unh!
Dre found me in the slums,
Selling that skunk,
One hand on my gun,
I was selling rocks,
When Master P was saying "Unnnh"!

Buck pass the blunt,
These G-Unit girls just wanna have fun,
Coke and rum,
Got weed on the ton,
I'm banging with my hand,
Up her dress like unh!
I'll make her cum,
Purple haze in my lungs,
Whole gang in the front,
In case a Nigga wants to stunt.

I put Lamborghini doors on that Escolade,
Low pro so look like I'm riding on blades,
In one year man a Nigga's so paid,
I have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways.

Touch me/tease me,
Kiss me/please me,
I give it to you,
Just how you like it girl,
You know I'm rocking with the best,
Tre pound on my hip,
Teflon on my chest.

They say I'm no good,
Cause I'm so hood,
Rich folks do not want me around,
Cause shit might pop off,
And if shit pop off,
Somebody's gonna get laid the fuck out.

They call me new money,
Say I have no class,
I'm from the bottom,
I came up too fast,
The hell if I care,
I'm just here to get my cash,
Bougie-ass bitches,
You can kiss my ass.

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.

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry '64,
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs,
Hit one switch man that ass so low,
Cali got Niggaz in New York riding on hundred spokes.

Touch me/tease me,
Kiss me/please me,
I give it to you just how you like it girl,
You know I'm rocking with the best,
Four pound on my hip,
Gold chain on my chest.

50 unh!
Bentley unh!
Em came and gotta Nigga fresh out the slum,
Automatic gun,
Fuck them one-on-one,
We wrap up your punk-ass,
Stunt and your done,
Homie, it's Game time,
You ready?
Here I come.

Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk,
It took two months but Fifty got it done,
Signed with G-Unit had Niggaz like huh?
Don't try to front I'll leave your ass, slumped,
Thinking I'm a punk and get your fucking head lumped.

Fifty got a gun,
Ready?
Here he come,
Gotta sick vendetta,
To get this chedda,
Meet my Baretta,
The drama setter,
Sip Amaretta,
My flow sounds better,
Than average on tracks I'm a savage,
I damage any Nigga trying to front on my clique,
G-Unit!