Mr. Cheeks - This is How We Do lyrics

[McGruff] Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all Puffin bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall So called bad chick, s**in you all Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on Get your Reebok money, send ya a** home Is Gruff a playa? n***a ask Pretty Tone Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy sh** If I ever die, your Joe's gon have a fit Herb be phat, linen down derby hat Gators bitin, minks and fur on me back Live talk shows, pop corks offa Mo's My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose Private jet, n***a, whole life is set Life like begets, mega ice on the neck [Chorus: McGruff] Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu Harlem World baby and the LB crew Now we do, party to the sky turn blue Pollyin, yeah, that's what we gon' do [Mr. Cheeks] I'm creepin uptown, and my mans ride wit em He got three Dutches in the ash tray and Sal wit 'em He gettin blunted, so he wanted me to slide me Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit him We on FDR Drive, doing 95 Smokin trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live Word is bu*ters, plus they muthaf**in pad is hot Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not Peepin, ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot Shorty open the door wit the short and the knot Wit the belly bu*ton showin, the L that slip Yo I smell that sh**, yo I can tell that sh** Soon as my man creep wit shorty inside the room I con', I continue to spark up my moon, cuz [Chorus] [McGruff] Aiyo, Gruff holdin, keep the bar rollin Check me in VIP, gettin love open The fellow wit cream, gon sell her a dream Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between Knowhatimean? Kick game, puff la green Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam Word up, ya know the ice burnt up Give me one minute have your wife skirt up And all playa haters get they life hold up Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up Chocolate mack n***a, push an ack vigga Call it Don P., then go relax wit her [Chorus 2X]