The Game - How We Do (Remix) Ft Tupac And Eazy E lyrics

rate me

(Eazy E)

Aww Yea

lets take a trip

just sit back and light a spliff

with this and dont slip

on a funky dope track

jump back

strapped with the fat buddha sac

and a '78 lac

oh clean

gangsta lean

i got green

bud

i serve dubs

like it aint no thang

i hang with OG

playas dont set trip

or you might get what we call a rat pack

i dont slack when it come to streets

i get real g funk to a gangsta beat

its so sweet when you got money to spend

i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz

i make ends

spend my dough

oh no fo

thats how it is

and thats how it go

act like you know

when i creep real slow

givin love to the playas that i know is real

(Tupac)

ever since a nigga was a seed

Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary

still ballin

Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame

In a '61 Chevy

still heavy in this game

can you feel me

Blame it on my momma

Im a thug nigga

Up befo the sun rise

quicker than the drug dealers

Tell me if it's on

nigga then we first to bomb

Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up

WESTSIDE!!!

Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga

Finger on the trigger

Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz

I love my females strapped

love f***in from the back

I get my currency in stacks

Californias where I'm at ridin'

Passed by while these niggaz wonder why

I got shot and didnt die

let em see whos next to try

Did I cry

hell nah nigga tear shed

for all my homies in the pen

many peers dead

Niggaz still ballin

(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

(Tupac)

Now everybody wanna see us dead

Two murdered on the front page

shot to death

bullets to the head

Niggaz holla out my name

and its similar to rain

Mothafuckas know Im comin

so they runnin to they graves

watch

Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound

{Eazy}dont give a f***

would you coward niggaz now

blast

Keep pumpin

ain't worried bout nuttin

Busters thought we was frontin

so reload and keep dumpin

(Eazy E)

dump on fools with a quickness

and they got no cure for this sickness

i get payed

for the way that i kick this

like a G'sta

an OG'sta{a Whos Dat?}

a real playa named Eazy

and i live my life straight crazy

dont need no punk-fools payin me

and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me

i take two steps back and release myself

to put platinum and gold on a record shelf

i dont brag

but i tellem like it straight up iz

befo you do a record partna handle the bizness

and dont get caught slippin on the under

or you might wonda

whats up on them ends G

i call a spade

a spade and get payed

G showed

the way

so i give love to em

(The Game)

I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four

White walls so clean looks like Im ridin on bolbs

Hit one switch mayne

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!)

(50 Cent)

50 uh

Bentley uh

Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum

Automatic gun

fuck em one-on-one

We wrap up ya punk ass stunt ya done

Homie its Game time

(The Game)

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 niggas like "huh?"

Dont try to front

I'll leave yo ass slumped

Thinkin Im a punk

Get your fucking head lumped

Fifty got a gun

(50 Cent)

Ready here he come

Gotta sick ven-detta

To get this che-dda

wit 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!)