Hurricane Chris - How To Do It lyrics

[Intro] Ah say, you ever seen a motherf**ing b**h so bad man, this b**h take all yow attention, off everything you was doing you know what I'm talkin' bout, you fully focused you know what I'm talkin' bout, its time to get in where you fit it you know what I mean, its some of them b**hes out there that can do that to a n***a, yah feel me! [Hook] She know how to do it She know how to do it She know how to do it She know how to do it Now when it come to gettin' money She know how to do it If yah trynna play a dummy She know how to do it [Verse 1: Don Tee] Straight up plain and simple I need a bad b**h with cash b**h f** a broke roaching ho A n***a won't settle for no trash b**h Better get up on yow game Expecting me to do the same You can't do nothing for a n***a Besides give him good brain Now shawty riding with me She know how to do it She can take a whole thang And run straight thru it From a half to a whole From the streets to the pole Being broke is not a option When that p**y like gold Yeah shawty so fine I wanna hit it nine times co*k yah leg up on that pillow While I get up in yah spine Now say its all mine Even deeper I'm a dig Like I'm trying to touch yah heart Like I'm trying to make a kid Baby girl hold on I'm in that real freak zone If you ain't really bout that life Then why you edging sh** on Don Tee and Hurricane Wally Dre up in this thing That's certified street fame In every club they gone sing [Hook] [Verse 2: Hurricane Chris] My name Hurricane Chris And I started this ratchet sh** Walking thru the club Looking for the baddest b**h Clean as a whistle Got the kicks that match the fit And all these hoes be on my dick Cuz I got fifty on my wrist You don't stunt like me I'm in a league of my own That's probably why yow baby mama Wanna give me some dome And when I pull up on chrome I'm stopping the whole show She say she love to f** with n***as That be strictly bout they dough And when I give her that dick She holla "give me some mo'" I told her "baby money calling me so I gotta go" I'm in that drop top Impala with the 454 Don't tell yah friends we be f**ing Keep that sh** on the low Man I be mobbing with my n***as Cruising thru the city She steady sending me pictures Of them s**y a** titties Told her keep that p**y wet When I get back it's going down And if I'm full of that Patron She know I'm a act a clown [Hook] [Verse 3: Wally Dre] Now when it comes to bad b**hes My n***a I got plenty Got desperate house wives From Atlanta f**ing with me Got b**hes from Decatur Pulling capers for the paper Got a chic out in Jamaica Show you how to cook a cake up Got a b**h out of New York She'll buck fifty yah face up Got Hollywood model b**hes Do anything for a lace-front My interstate shawty I call her my roadrunner Do anything that I tell her Just to make a couple hundreds But I don't pay hoes These b**hes just dick hungry Met a fine cougar b**h Say her man leave her lonely I beat that p**y up Like ole girl stole something Thinking I'm a pay for it She got another thing coming Got a girl form Tijuana I met at the Bahamas Met her through her mama She know how to get them commas My independent b**hes They don't need nothing from me Know how to go out and get it So they got they own money [Hook]