How we do [Remix] lyrics

Eazy-E

Aw yeah, let's take a trip

Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't 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 ain't nothing

I hang with OG playas, don't set trip

Or you might get what we call a rat pack

I don't slack when it come to streets

I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat

It's so sweet when you got money to spend

I got a proper big tilt an' a fly big Benz

I make ends, spend my dough oh no fo

That's how it is and that's how it go

Act like you know, when I creep real slow

Givin' love to the playas that I know is real

2Pac

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

I'm 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, then fuck 'em from the back

I get my currency in stacks, California's where I'm at

Ridin', passed by while these niggaz wonder why

I got shot but didn't die, let 'em see who's 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 way

Mothafuckas know I'm comin' so they runnin' to they graves

Watch, swoop down with my nigga from the Pound

(Eazy!) Don't give a fuck were 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 (And who's dat?)

A real playa named Eazy

And I live my life straight crazy

Don't need no punk-fools payin me

And broke groupies and hoochies don't faze me

I take two steps back and release myself

To put platinum and gold on my record shelf

I don't brag but I tell 'em like it straight up iz

Befo' you do a record partna handle ya bizness

And don't get caught slippin' on the under

Or you might wonda, "What's 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 it's like I'm ridin' on bulbs

Hit one switch mang, 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

You know I'm rockin' with the best fo' pound on my hip

Gold chain on my chest (ah!)

50 Cent

50, unh, Bentley, unh

Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the slum

Automatic, gun

Fuck 'em one-on-one

We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done

Homie, it's Game time

The Game

You 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?"

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

50 Cent

Ready here he come

Gotta sick, vendetta

To get this, chedda

Meet my Ba, Retta

The dra-ma, setta

Sip Am-a, 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!)

• Artist:The Game