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letra de how we do - blackstreet

[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
n-body 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
n-body do it like we do it so show us some love

[verse i – game]
fresh like, uhh; impala, uhh
crome hydraulics, 808 drums
you don’t want, none
n-gg- better, run
when beef is on, i’ll pop that, trunk
come get, some
pistol grip, palm
if a n-gg- step on my white air, ones
it’s red, rum
ready here it, come
compton, unh
dre found me in the, slums
selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
i was sellin rocks when master p was sayin “uhhhh”
buck p-ss 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, unh
i’ll make her c-m, purple haze in my lungs
whole gang in the front in case a n-gg- wanna, stunt

[verse ii – 50 cent]
i put lamborghini doors on that es-ca-lade
low pro’s so look like i’m riding on blades
in one year man, a n-gg- so paid
i have a straight b-tch 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
your now rockin with the best, trey-pound on my hip
teflon on my chest
they say i’m no good
cuz i’m so hood
rich folks do not want me around
cuz 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 cl-ss
i’m from the bottom, i came up too fast
the h-ll if i care, i’m just here to get my cash
goosy -ss b-tches you can kiss my -ss

[hook]

[verse iii – 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 -ss so low
cali got n-gg-s 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!)

[verse iv – game and 50 cent]

[50 cent]
50, unh
bentley, unh
em came ‘n gotta n-gg- fresh out the, slum
automatic, gun
f-ck ’em one-on-one
we wrap up ya punk -ss, stunt ‘n ya done
homie, it’s game time

[game]
you ready? here i come
call lloyd banks and get this motherf-cker, crunked
it took two, months
but fifty got it done
signed with g-unit
had n-gg-s like, “huh?”
don’t try to front
i’ll leave yo’ -ss, slumped
thinkin i’m a punk
get your f-ckin head, lumped
fifty got a, gun

[50 cent]
ready here it 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 n-gg- tryin’ to front on my clique (gun shot sound)

- blackstreet

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