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by The Game with50 Cent
# Debut Chart
2 Oct '04 R&B
4 Nov '04 Hot 100


[CHORUS] 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 [repeat CHORUS]

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Fresh like, uh Impala, uh Chrome hydraulics Eight oh eight drums You don't want none Nigga, better run When beef is on I'll pop that drum Come get some Pistol grip pump If a nigga step on My white Air Ones Since red rum Ready, here I come Compton, uh Dre found me in the slums Sellin' that skunk One hand on my gun I was selling rocks When Master P was saying, unh 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, uh I'll make her cum Purple haze in my lungs Whole gang in the front In case a nigga wanna stunt I put Lamborghini doors On that Escalade Low pro's so low 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're now rocking with the best Trey 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 gon' 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 Bugie ass bitches You can kiss my ass [repeat CHORUS 2x] I put gold Daytonas On that cherry six four White walls so clean It's like I'm riding on vogues Hit one switch, man That ass so low Cali got niggas 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 50, uh, Bentley, uh Em came and got a nigga Fresh out the slum Automatic gun Fuck 'em one on one We wrap up your punk ass Stunt and you're done Homie, it's game time You ready, here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get This motherfucker crunk It took two months But 50 got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggas like, huh Don't try to front I'll leave your ass slumped Thinking I'm a punk Get your fucking head lumped Fifty got a gun Ready, here he come Got a sick vendetta To get this cheddar Meet my Beretta 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)


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