50 cent this is how we do текст
50 cent this is how we do текст
| 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 |
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
(2pac)
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
would you coward niggaz now
blast
Keep pumpin
ain’t worried bout nuttin
Busters thought we was frontin
so reload and keep dumpin
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 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
( 2pac )
Теперь все хотят видеть нас мертвыми
Два убит на главной странице
выстрел к смерти
пули в голову
Ниггеры Holla мое имя
и его похожим на дождь
Mothafuckas знаю, им Comin
поэтому они бежит к их могилы
смотреть
Пикировать с моей ниггер от фунта
< Eazy >не дашь F ***
вы трус ниггеры сейчас
взрыв
Держите Pumpin
это не беспокоит бой Nuttin
Busters думал, что мы были противостоять этому
так перезагрузить и держать dumpin
Текст песни The Game – How We Do (ft. 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
Fresh like, uhh, Impala, uhh
Chrome hydraulics, 808, drums
You don’t want, none, n***a better, run
When beef is on, I’ll pop that, trunk
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a n***a step on my white Air, Ones
It’s red-rum, ready, here it come
Compton, uhh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin’ 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 w*ed on the ton
I’m bangin’ with my hand up her dress like, uhh
I’ll make her c*m, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a n***a wanna stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade
Low pro, so low look like I’m ridin’ on blades
In one year mayne, a n***a so paid
I have a straight b*tch in the telly goin’ 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 rockin’ 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 gon’ get laid the f*ck 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-a*s b*tches, you can kiss my a*s
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
I put gold Daytonas on that cherry six-fo’
White walls so clean, look like I’m ridin’ on Vogues
Hit one switch mayne, that a*s so low
Cali got n****s in New York ridin’ 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 rockin’ with the best
Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (ahh!)
50, uhh, Bentley, uhh
Em came and got a n***a fresh out the slum
Automatic, gun, f*ck ’em one-on-one
We wrap up your punk a*s, stunt and you done
Homie, it’s Game time! You ready? Here it come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf*cker crunk
It took two months but 50 got it done
Signed with G-Unit, had n****s like, «Huh? »
Don’t try to front, I’ll leave your a*s slumped
Thinkin’ I’m a punk get your f*ckin’ 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***a tryin’ to front on my clique (G-Unit!)
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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, unnh
Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
You don’t want, none, nigga betta, run
When beef is on, I’ll pop that, drum
Come get, some, pistol grip, pump
If a nigga steps on my white Air, Ones
Since red, rum, ready here I, come
Compton, unh, Dre found me in the, slums
Sellin’ that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin’ rocks when Master P was sayin’, «Unnh»
Buck pass tha blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I’m bangin’ with my hand up her dress like, unh
I’ll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga pull a stunt
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
Low pro so look like I’m riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga’s so paid
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
You know I’m rockin’ with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest, they say I’m no good ‘cuz I’m so hood
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 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
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it’s like I’m ridin’ on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggaz 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
You know I’m rockin’ with the best fo’ pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest
(Ah)
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks
And get this motherfucker, cunt
It took two, months but 50 got it done
Signed with G-unit
Had niggaz like, «Huh?»
Don’t try to front
I’ll leave yo’ ass slumped
Thinkin’ I’m a punk
Get your fuckin’ head lumped
Fifty got a gun
Ready here he come, gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, chedda, meet my Ba, Retta
The drama, setta, sip Ama, retta
My flow sounds, betta than average
On tracks I’m a savage, I damage
Any nigga tryin’ to front on my clique
(G-Unit)