The Game - How We Do (Remix) Lyrics

[claping starts]

[Eazy E:]
Aww Yea
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 no thang
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 'n' 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 f*ck em 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 but didn't 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 it's similar to way
Mothaf*ckas know I'm comin
So they runnin to they graves
Watch
Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound
(Eazy) Don't give a f*ck
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{a Whos 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 tellem like it straight up is
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 64
White walls so clean looks like I'm ridin on vogues
Hit one switch mayne
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
Your now rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)

[50 Cent:]
50 uh
Bentley uh
Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum
Automatic gun
F*ck em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass stunt ya done
Homie it's Game time

[The Game:]
Ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf*cker 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 f*cking head lumped
Fifty got a gun

[50 Cent:]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick ven-detta
To get this che-dda
With 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!)