DJ Clue

DJ Clue - That's The Way We Like It

rate me

(Mase)

I thought Duro was an old man before I met her

Check this out right, this is me M-A dollar sign E (C'mon, C'mon)

Thorough,too throrough, Harlem World be the burough

Cool 'da Love up above (that's right)

can't forget my family (who 'dat be) Cardan & KFC

Blinky Blink & D-R-E

(Uh-Huh) (Uh-Huh)

Cluemanati, We Like It (Uh-Huh)

Mase too smooth, call me debonair

hits every year, so shake your derriere (C'mon)

cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair

what a brother, too black, me living here

we don't stare, I don't care, I'm know I'm there

twenty years old and about to be a millionaire

What you think, cause Mase be young, Mase be dumb

and if you get Mase strung, that'll be no pre-num

Ever since Big died, my whole life changed

I done blew, I'm your boo, it seem quite strange

I get nice things, way out your price range

Half these girls, don't even know my right name

I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote

Love a ghetto hoe, I know she die fo' me

You got me confused, see Cam the freak

Mase never the the nigga to bring sand to the beach

I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach

living in expenses, 20 grand a week

You know me, I be O-T,low-key

Icy roli, smoke a O-z

I'm a baby face nigga, without no goatee

and I'm 2.8 and about to blow 3

(Mase) Fabulous Sport

Chorus: Now that's the way (Uh-Huh, uh-huh), We like It (Uh-Huh,uh-huh),

That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) We like it 3x

(Fabolous)

Now you can tell I blew, push the 740 L-I through

Eyes low, from the L-I-Q

if you was hot, you'd be going through the cell I do

give alias to any female, I screw

One running with Fabolous,who knew as well as I do

Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew

Before I hit the tens, I'm getting bailed by crew

be back downtown,bagging chicks at L-I-U

cause money ain't a thing no more, I use to sling the raw

Now I'm off in spring to tour, in Singapore

might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar

who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before

I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of Cairo

Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low

and V two shades with the toast and the Tahoe

We the niggas that be getting it, and throwing minks on

Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on

Ya'll cats know me, I be throwing clinks on

and be loving the bitches, we be throwing drinks on

Chorus 3x

(Foxy)

Did you know that I, simply got these cats where I want 'em and...

(uh) See the 6 then I want 'em in

It ain't a secret, bet that I slide 'em with something I could freak with

And do that freak shit

And I'm stepping in hotter, like Don Dada

snatch my Prada, ya hoes done done nada

make you never wanna flash your shit

like when you see my crew you wanna stash your shit

If do find me,then I will crash your shit

If you think you was a'ight, I will blast your shit

Ya know me, chick that ride the dick slowly

use to be O-T, now I'm 2.3 (Uh)

Same bitch that ya'll loving to hate

be that same chick, that you praying will fake

and I solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death

ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)Fuck you think this is?

If you broke, then I be off, do mine, ski off

and, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off

Unless there's some princesses on the wrist

or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my shit

Oh yeah, it's not a game, I do my thing

Scan to a change, cop a platinum range

Chorus 3 x

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