This Is How We Do Lyrics - Big Tymers

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Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah

[Chorus - Mannie Fresh] (2x)
This how we do it, where I'm from
I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
Shi-ine, on my face, got that thing on my waist
Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggas I'm not afraid
To let the iron, sing out, it can ring out

[Mannie Fresh]
Got one more minute, 'fore last call
Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Three crazy dudes screamin, "alcohol"
Four more youngings claimin' that they ball
Five bartenders and they all want leave
Six ugly chicks with some fucked up weaves
Seven butch skiezes and they all look rough
Eight thugs hollerin', "yall don't want it wit us"
Nine broads runnin' off at the mouth
Ten broads trying to hear what they talkin' about
Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
Thirteen fights, sticks, bottles and pipes
Fourteen police reading peoples they rights
Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)

[Baby]
Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
Mami know my name, hommie know I don't play
Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze
Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots
We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
We VIP hommie, so them bitches gon' jock
Maybach on them 23s
Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be playa? (Hello)
You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated
Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
Gotta give props to the man that made me
Red Gold, I start it went crazy
Afford to stunt, boy, stay in y'all places

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (2x)

[Mannie Fresh]
Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
She said, "I do you, but never ever him
He is a wimp, and you is a pimp"
Then she goes down, to my brown
One eye, big guy, hear that sound?
Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)
Turn everything off bruh
Check out my outfit (music resumes)

[Baby]
I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
(that's nothin' lil' one)
I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
The yellow-gold stealth, faded
Got the chrome, nigga, plated
Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it

[Chorus: Mannie Fresh] (Fade To End)




Writer: THOMAS, BYRON O. / WILLIAMS, BRYAN
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group



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Nine broads runnin' off at the mouth | Reviewer: theo | 8/7/2007

Nine broads runnin' off at the mouth
Ten broads trying to hear what they talkin' about

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