How We Do Lyrics – The Game ft. 50 Cent

[Chorus: 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 1: The Game]
Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh
Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums
You don't want, none, n!gga better, run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, trunk
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a n!gga step on my white Air, Ones
It's red-rum, ready, here it come
Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was selling rocks when Master P was saying "Uhhhh!"
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, uhh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a n!gga wanna stunt

[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade
Low pro, so low look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mayne, a n!gga so paid
I have a straight b!tch in the telly going both ways (Ahh!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to you just how you like it, girl
You're now 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 sh!t might pop off, and if sh!t pop off
Somebody gone get laid the f**k 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-as* b!tches, you can kiss my ass

[Chorus: 50 Cent]
This is how wedo
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 3: The Game & 50 Cent]
I put gold Daytonas on that cherry six-fo'
White walls so clean, look like I'm riding on Vogues
Hit one switch mayne, that as* so low
Cali got n!ggas 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're now rocking with the best
Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ahh!)
50, uhh, Bentley, uhh
Em came and got a n!gga fresh out the slum
Automatic, gun, f**k 'em one-on-one
We wrap up your punk ass, stunt and you done
Homie, it's Game time! You ready? Here it come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf**ker crunk
It took two months but 50 got it done
Signed with G-Unit, had n!ggas like, "Huh?"
Don't try to front, I'll leave your as* slumped
Thinking I'm a punk get your f**king head lumped
50 got a, gun! Ready? Here it come
Got a sick ven-detta to get this, cheddar
Meet my Be-retta, the drama setter
Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds better
Than average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage
Any n!gga trying to front on my clique (G-Unit!)