"This Is How We Do (Fresh '83)" lyrics

[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

[The Game:]
Fresh like, unh. Impala, unh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want, none
Nigga better run
When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
Come get, some
Pistol grip, pump
If a nigga step on my white Air 1s
Since red rum
Ready here I come
Compton, unh
Dre found me in the, slums
Selling that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was selling rocks when Master P was saying, "Unh"
Buck pass the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
Coke and rum
Got weed on the ton
I'm banging with my hand up her dress like, uh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt

[50 Cent:]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Escalade
Low pro so low look like I'm riding on blades
In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
I have a straight bitch in the telly going both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rocking with the best tre pound on my hip
Teflon on my chest
They say I'm no good
'Cause I'm so hood
Rich folks do not want me around
'Cause shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
They call me new money, say I have no class
I'm from no bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Boogie-ass bitch, you can kiss my ass

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

[The Game:]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm riding on bulbs
Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
Cali got niggas in New York riding on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rocking with the best four 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
Fuck 'em one-on-one
We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
Homie, it's Game time

[The Game:]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, 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 your ass slumped
Thinking I'm a punk
Get your fucking head, lumped
Fifty got a gun

[50 Cent:]
Ready here he come
Gotta sick, vendetta
To get this, cheddar
Meet my Baretta
The drama setter
Sip Amaretto
My flow sounds, better
Than average
On tracks I'm a savage
I damage
Any nigga trying to front on their clique (G-Unot!)