| | This Is How We Do Lyrics Artist(Band):Big Tymers
[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) If you find some error in This Is How We Do Lyrics, would you please submit your corrections to me? Thank You. Review about This Is How We Do 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 Is this review helpful to you? Yes No Review the song This Is How We Do The area is only for review, if you want to submit the lyrics or the corrections of the lyrics, please click the link at the end of the lyrics.  Download "Big Tymers" Music | |
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