Kokane - This How We Eat lyrics

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Kokane - This How We Eat lyrics

Definition, gangsta, hustla, you know We make money, we eat, we feed Pay attention, b**h Uhh, yeah, come on Uhh, uhh, make some room Dogg House, you know Short Dog peep game, come on I'm ridin' down the street, beat, feets got on twenty-tweets No beer-belly fool, we get it all for eats Cocoa Puff the green leaf, cloud up We some gangsta's makin' money, never been a scrub Whattchu know about sellin' dope? But the only thing you good for now is droppin' the soap Goldie Loc, Tray Deee, Too Short, no doubt Tell 'em how we eat and what we all about, n***a These hoes know, what's up, n***as been havin' game O.G.'s tell me real good, b**h, I'm the same Motherf**er make 'em feel good, ya know my name b**h, if ya still could, you'd do the same Made thirteen albums in a row Be like Too Short, baby, and pimp a hoe It's so easy, if ya know how to get it You'll never be another broke-a** n***a We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios f** a business suit, I'm out to where we juice Push the Bentley coupe and spend endless loot Runnin' game from the brain or the stainless steel Pushin' Holt's high-heels when we bang the field With the heat out, jack the whole hood with G-clout Invisible perimeters for n***as to keep out You ain't got to ask what the f** are what we 'bout Whatever, get the cheddar than an n***a can ease out I used to be able to jump from the free-throw line and bang Now, I bust and crush tracks, nothin' really changed Except, twelve-inch scars on my body What I mean by that, I was hit by some hotties Call somebody, I'm layin' in this motherf**er bloody It wasn't because of my shoes, clothes or money I was at the wrong place at the wrong time Paramedics don't know, I was a victim of the crime Just keep gettin' that money, mayne f** them n***as, yeah, this is how we eat We got, top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios Don't be trick, you know these hoes so slick Do yo' thang and get rich And get wise, enterprise with the game ya got You could slang some rocks, but better change ya spot Ask anybody, I stay paid Most n***as want p**y, tryna get laid Stayin' soft with a hoe getchu crossed by a hoe I break a b**h down then I'm off with the dough I'm so hungry, I can't wait to eat I ride brand new sh** down the street Life is a game of chess who plays the best Is the last one that's laid to rest I know, you wanna eat good, it ain't hard To be a real ghetto superstar Focus is the key, if ya want it, it could be If ya know where ya goin' from the moment you could see That's game We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios We got top-notch hoes, y'all fools got crack-hoes We eatin' sirloin steak, y'all fools eat Cheerios Catch me headed out West Impala Drive And when they see balkin' and be talkin' 'bout [Incomprehensible] Too Short, Eastsidaz, and ya boy Big Tig It's on and poppin' now, but we want always this big Wanted a Benz and a Lotus Whatever feels, sprayin' Raid on the roaches I mean the whole damn scene was kinda hopeless Came home to it, then we flipped the notice Now, we big crib livin', Rockland and non-stop With hot women, cop drops with rims that don't stop spinnin' And it's just the beginnin' 'cause as long as the game strong we gon' keep winnin' Big Tigger, Too Short, drops it so mean That lets us go get us a team of flat screens Three cars, three cribs and three bikes When I drop this hot sh**, I'm gonna cop three plus three mics Y'all n***as better stop playin' and get yo' game tight Too Short, Eastsidaz, Big Tig, oh boy Album number 13 n***a, y'all better stop chasin' the cat And chase that money, well, unless you know The cat got money this how we eat n***a Let's go, oh boy