Erick Sermon - Do It Like Us lyrics

[Intro: Sheek Louch] Yeah, Wu-Block, aiyo, Ghost, aiyo, Chef Clip up, n***a! [Chorus: Sheek Louch] I drop fifty on the order, more hundred on the whip Five on the Louis luggage, ten on the trip Sour when I land a little, something for the hip Fiji or Roset, and I don't even take a sip Nah, they don't do it like we do Nah, they don't do it like us Nah, they don't do it like we do Nah, they don't do it like us [Sheek Louch] Yeah, Donnie laughing at you sore losers Underdogs hot, 2011 Hoosiers That's cruisers that's jumped off from back flipping pussies Splash, I get all them clothes smelling cushy Shades on, Aviator lens Mami sitting in my Benz, like she Liz Claiborne That you already rolled, now it's hella flame, on Little model b**h, had to get game, on Yeah, the hood say I'm on fire Donnie on the street like a Good Year, tire Still look the same and that's last years, flyer Just more money, but way more, higher [Chorus] [Ghostface k**ah] Aiyo, Benz and grams being torn from the rubber bands Latifah shorts, tennis courts in the summer mans' Skydiving in Fiji Islands with a sweet view Balley parachutes, the water is deep blue Micro felt goggles, Brazil models, keep a mouth full While I'm hitting they back tonsils Me and Sheek is Selleck and George Clooney A Russian chef with scars on his chest, the boats mad roomy Only n***as that move good pots to the rasta Switzerland, we flying in vet to examine the watches And we ain't gotta throw ice on 'em, we count one for Kiss Styles, Rae and Cap, L and Mike and 'em [Chorus] [Raekwon] Aiyo, two hundred thousand in dust paper Let a bullet thrust, take your Jacob, I'm always in make-up Under your trucks, Scottish ruger, jump suiter Rad little s*ut, one white k**a with bucks on Wearing j**elry, robbing j**elry, peep out the coats I switch pockets then pull out the scope n***as is dice, ya'll famous for the legendary clarks Lamping in Junior's, eating squid, me and Starks Chatting quiet, no talking, just finger jabbing Sheepskins grey, beneath the feet, crisp balley D&C Kangols, white Russian gazelles Keep a track on the sickest bat like Modell's [Chorus]