How We Do - The Game ft 50 Cent (lyrics) 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, uhh, Impala, uhh Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums You don\u0027t want, none, nigga betta, run When beef is on, I\u0027ll pop that, trunk Come get, some, pistol grip, pump If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones It\u0027s red-red, rum, ready here I, come Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the, slums Sellin\u0027 that skunk, one hand on my gun I was sellin\u0027 rocks when Master P was sayin\u0027, \u0022Uhhh\u0022 Buck pass the blunt These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun Coke and rum, got weed on the ton I\u0027m bangin\u0027 with my hand up her dress like, uhh I\u0027ll 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 Escolade Low pro so look like I\u0027m ridin\u0027 on blades In one year man, a nigga\u0027s so paid I have a straight bitch in the telly goin\u0027 both ways (Ahh!) Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You\u0027re now rockin\u0027 with the best Tre pound on my hip, teflon on my chest They say I\u0027m no good \u0027cause I\u0027m so hood Rich folks do not want me around \u0027Cause shit might pop off, and when shit pop off Somebody gon\u0027 get laid the fuck out They call me new money, say I have no class I\u0027m from the bottom, I came up too fast The hell if I care, I\u0027m 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 Six-Four White walls so clean it\u0027s like I\u0027m ridin\u0027 on bulbs Hit one switch mayne, that ass so low Cali\u0027 got niggas in New York ridin\u0027 on hundred spokes Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me I give it to ya just how you like it, girl You know I\u0027m rockin\u0027 with the best Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ahh!) 50, uhh, Bentley, uhh Em\u0027 came and got a nigga fresh out the, slum Automatic, gun, fuck \u0027em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt and ya done Homie, it\u0027s Game time, you ready? Here it 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, \u0022Huh?\u0022 Don\u0027t try to front, I\u0027ll leave yo\u0027 ass, slumped Thinkin\u0027 I\u0027m a punk get your fuckin\u0027 head, lumped Fifty got a gun, ready? Here it come Gotta sick, vendetta to get this, cheddar Meet my Be-retta, the drama, setter Sip Ama-retta, my flow sounds, better Than average, on tracks I\u0027m a savage, I damage Any nigga tryin\u0027 to front on my clique (G-Unit)