How We Do It Songtext
von Reek Daddy
How We Do It Songtext
Boo Bang got gas, diesel truck
Still hopping out black mask saying give it up
Better hand it over nigga cause I hand it to ya
You know it′s real when them hollow tips going through ya
Do anything for the mula
Even milk a milf or pipe down a cougar
Cooler than Ferris Bueller, had hoes playing hooky
Hoes with hella pride, I made em smaller than Snooki
Bet I rob the boogie with this 45
You New Jersey Shore niggas, I'm New Jersey Drive
Bounce out on niggas, we don′t do no drive-bys
Bitch get out of line, I'mma slap her like a high five
Creeping on my prey like a king cobra
I be mixing my syrup with cream soda
Till you seen my camp you ain't seen soldiers
Till you seen DLK you ain′t seen soldiers
Spit that shit that′ll move the crowd
Hood Files part 2, the Crest Crocodile
I fuck something up, let this lead off
For sure I'll blow your motherfucking head off
Sawed off 12 gauge under my trench coat
Rock your pimp hat, nigga I′ve been dope
Bad to the bone and you can ask your kinfolk
DLK niggas fuck with cutthroats
Smoke motherfuckers at the drop of ten pennies
Everybody know we ain't real friendly
I go like a Hemi, gun stutter like Jimmy
I light shit up, smoke weed, drink Remy
I don′t think they really wanna see me clown
Yeah, nigga rich white bitch sit the fuck down
Hood shit over all that fake bullshit
Whoever don't like this can suck my dick
DLK movement, you know what it is
Motherfuckers be like look at them dirty little kids
Started off small, rob a nigga for a burger
Dope got involved, we graduated to murder
Smoking on weed, loading up the burner
Money out a bitch, pimp like Ike Turner
Real spill, you ain′t gotta put a beat to it
DLK, nigga you know how we do it
Young Mar got a spiritual bond
And a connection with the goons and them D-boy dons
I was raised in the gutter so I know how to rob
And cut crack with a razor but it ain't my job
I could turn a pen to a pipe
Amazing what you learned in these cocaine times
Dope could flip a sane man out his mind
And have a bitch on her knees giving head one time
If you snitch you gon' get that nine
By somebody in the hood that protects his grind
It′s a jungle out here, everybody′s aligned
Ain't no 401K plan working with iron
Little kids better go get grazed
Instead of falling for the trap of a cocaine blade
And if you wanna see the hood you could buy this tape
We′ll give you files out the hood from the Golden State
I pull up like DLK
Doors lift up, San Francisco, USA
My Hood Files, I'm the heart of the mission
24 Guns up for the mission
Whiz by in the coupe, I′m so terrific
The whip that I'm in cost a half ticket
Gas glamour out the window, no safety
Everything on my body Armani
500 On the Indy, Jeff Gordon
800,000 On the Benzy
Yeah, got the hood in a frenzy
Ride through the city, like really
My diamonds got her all dizzy
Marriott 10th floor getting busy
Yeah, then it′s back to the money
VV-9 Austin is what I push often
DLK movement, you know what it is
Motherfuckers be like look at them dirty little kids
Started off small, rob a nigga for a burger
Dope got involved, we graduated to murder
Smoking on weed, loading up the burner
Money out a bitch, pimp like Ike Turner
Real spill, you ain't gotta put a beat to it
DLK, nigga you know how we do it
Still hopping out black mask saying give it up
Better hand it over nigga cause I hand it to ya
You know it′s real when them hollow tips going through ya
Do anything for the mula
Even milk a milf or pipe down a cougar
Cooler than Ferris Bueller, had hoes playing hooky
Hoes with hella pride, I made em smaller than Snooki
Bet I rob the boogie with this 45
You New Jersey Shore niggas, I'm New Jersey Drive
Bounce out on niggas, we don′t do no drive-bys
Bitch get out of line, I'mma slap her like a high five
Creeping on my prey like a king cobra
I be mixing my syrup with cream soda
Till you seen my camp you ain't seen soldiers
Till you seen DLK you ain′t seen soldiers
Spit that shit that′ll move the crowd
Hood Files part 2, the Crest Crocodile
I fuck something up, let this lead off
For sure I'll blow your motherfucking head off
Sawed off 12 gauge under my trench coat
Rock your pimp hat, nigga I′ve been dope
Bad to the bone and you can ask your kinfolk
DLK niggas fuck with cutthroats
Smoke motherfuckers at the drop of ten pennies
Everybody know we ain't real friendly
I go like a Hemi, gun stutter like Jimmy
I light shit up, smoke weed, drink Remy
I don′t think they really wanna see me clown
Yeah, nigga rich white bitch sit the fuck down
Hood shit over all that fake bullshit
Whoever don't like this can suck my dick
DLK movement, you know what it is
Motherfuckers be like look at them dirty little kids
Started off small, rob a nigga for a burger
Dope got involved, we graduated to murder
Smoking on weed, loading up the burner
Money out a bitch, pimp like Ike Turner
Real spill, you ain′t gotta put a beat to it
DLK, nigga you know how we do it
Young Mar got a spiritual bond
And a connection with the goons and them D-boy dons
I was raised in the gutter so I know how to rob
And cut crack with a razor but it ain't my job
I could turn a pen to a pipe
Amazing what you learned in these cocaine times
Dope could flip a sane man out his mind
And have a bitch on her knees giving head one time
If you snitch you gon' get that nine
By somebody in the hood that protects his grind
It′s a jungle out here, everybody′s aligned
Ain't no 401K plan working with iron
Little kids better go get grazed
Instead of falling for the trap of a cocaine blade
And if you wanna see the hood you could buy this tape
We′ll give you files out the hood from the Golden State
I pull up like DLK
Doors lift up, San Francisco, USA
My Hood Files, I'm the heart of the mission
24 Guns up for the mission
Whiz by in the coupe, I′m so terrific
The whip that I'm in cost a half ticket
Gas glamour out the window, no safety
Everything on my body Armani
500 On the Indy, Jeff Gordon
800,000 On the Benzy
Yeah, got the hood in a frenzy
Ride through the city, like really
My diamonds got her all dizzy
Marriott 10th floor getting busy
Yeah, then it′s back to the money
VV-9 Austin is what I push often
DLK movement, you know what it is
Motherfuckers be like look at them dirty little kids
Started off small, rob a nigga for a burger
Dope got involved, we graduated to murder
Smoking on weed, loading up the burner
Money out a bitch, pimp like Ike Turner
Real spill, you ain't gotta put a beat to it
DLK, nigga you know how we do it
Writer(s): Rodney Price, O Neil Bryan, Jordan Mcclure, David Hayle, Shaun Chablal Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
