Big Tymers - This Is How We Do lyrics

rate me

This how we do it, where I'm from

Thuggin in the club until I see the sun

Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist

Walkin to my escalade, tellin niggas im not afraid, to let the nine

sing out, let the ring out.

Got one more minute till last call

2 Drunk players leanin on tha wall

3 crazy niggas screamin alcohol

4 More niggas claimin that they ball

5 Bartenders and they all want leave

6 ugly bitches with some hooked up weaves

7 dyke broads and they all look rough

8 niggas hollerin don't fuck with us

9 bitches runnin off at the mouth

10 bitches tryin to hear what they talkin bout

11 cute shorties in the whole damn club

12 wannabe, gonna be, nuthin but scrubs

13 fights, niggas, bitches and dice

14 police reading niggas they rights

15 minutes on interstate-10

at the strip club, we gon' do it again

Comin thru my hood on spinnin blades

mommy know my name, niggas know I don't play

hop out the whip and we blaze in the shade

cuz I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that hate

early birds dont play, makin drops at the spots

we stuggle but we hustle, man we hustle round the clock

goin to the club where the bottles gon pop

we VIP niggas so them bitches gon jock

ay, ay

back on them 23s, Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)

oh, you know it be Baby, he going 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, niggaz, stay in y'all places

Picture me and yo misses, lit up like Christmas

I look her in her eyes and ask her can she kiss me

I do you, but never ever him

He is a wimp, and you is a pimp

Then she go down, to my brown

One eye big guy hear that sound

Slurp Slurp, take that spit

Turn everything off bruh

Check out my outfit

I'm in the club, smokin buzz with my thugs

Hoes show me love and I never been a scrub

I'm walkin out, thought Lil One had a grudge, she only wanted love, so I hit em' with a dub

(thats nuthin lil one)

I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy

The yellow gold stealth, faded

Glock packin, with the chrome cocked back

the hood gon' luv it, but them busters gon hate it.