[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
[Verse 1: The Game]
Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
Chrome hydraulics, 808 drums
You don't want none, n***a better run
When beef is on I'll pop that trunk
Come get some, pistol grip pump
If a n***a step on my white Air Ones
It's red rum; ready, here I come
Compton unh, Dre found me in the slums
Sellin' that skunk, one hand on my gun
I was sellin' rocks when Master P was saying "Unnnh"
Buck, pa** the blunt
These G-Unit girls just wanna have fun
Coke and rum, got weed on the ton
I'm bangin' with my hand up her dress, like, unh
I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
Whole gang in the front, in case a n***a wanna stunt
[Verse 2: 50 Cent]
I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-cal-ade
Low pro, so look like I'm ridin' on blades
In one year, mane, a n***a's so paid
I have a straight b**h in the telly goin' both ways (Ah!)
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to you just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin 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 sh** might pop off, and if sh** pop off
Somebody gon' get laid the f** out
They call me new money, say I have no cla**
I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
Bougie a** b**hes, you can kiss my a**
[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
[Verse 3: The Game]
I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin' on Vogues
Hit one switch, mane, that a** so low
Cali got n***as in New York ridin' on hundred spokes
Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
I give it to you just how you like it, girl
You know I'm rockin' with the best
Four pound on my hip, gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
[Verse 4: 50 Cent]
50, unh, Bentley, unh
Em came and got a n***a fresh out the slum
Automatic gun, f** 'em one-on-one
We wrap up your punk a**
Stunt and you done, homie, it's Game time
[Verse 5: The Game]
You ready? Here I come
Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherf**er crunk
It took two months, but 50 got it done
Signed with G-unit, had n***as like, "Huh?"
Don't try to front, I'll leave your a** slumped
Thinkin' I'm a punk
Get your f**in' head lumped, 50 got a gun
[Verse 6: 50 Cent]
Ready? Here he come
Got a sick vendetta, to get this cheddar
Meet my Beretta, the drama setter
Sip Amaretta, my flow sounds better
Than average, on tracks I'm a savage, I damage
Any n***a tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)