Текст (слова) песни: Game - How We Do

[Hook - 50 Cent]
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

[Verse I - Game]
Fresh like, uhh; impala, uhh
Chrome hydrolics, 808 drums
You dont want, none
Nigga better, run
When beef is on, Ill pop that, trunk
Come get, some
Pistol grip, palm
If a nigga step on my white And Ones
this red, Rum
Ready here it, come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Uhhhh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
Im banging with my hand up her dress like, unh
Ill make her come, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[Verse II - 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-ca-lade
Low pros so look like Im riding on blades
In one year man, a nigga so bitter
I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
Your now rockin with the best, trey-pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say Im no good
Cuz Im so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
Im from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, Im just here to get my cash
Wozzie ass bitches you can kiss my ass

[Hook]

[Verse III - Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean its like Im ridin on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
Your know rockin with the best fo pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

[Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]

[50 Cent]
50, unh
Bentley, unh
Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
Automatic, gun
Fuck em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt n ya done
Homie, its Game time

[Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunked
It took two, months
But Fifty got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggas like, "huh?"
Dont try to front
Ill leave yo ass, slumped
Thinkin Im a punk
Get your fuckin head, lumped
Fifty got a, gun

[50 Cent]
Ready here it come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda
Meet my Ba, Retta
The dra-ma, setta
Sip Am-a, retta
My flow sounds, betta
Than average
On tracks Im a savage
I damage
Any nigga tryin to front on my clique (G- Unit!)
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