This Is How We Do It Songtext
von U.D.I.

Into the depths of hell, West coast niggas make their mail
Quickly, we be mobbin′, pop my collar with my squadron
Got your baby mama bobbin' for apples, off gin and Snapple′s
In the cuts of Holly-Hood, she threw a pack of out the wood
Getting scandalous on you hoes, oh so manish on you hoes
Keep them hollow points for my foes, I'll let you know
I'm the greatest of all time, in my mind and in my rhyme
I′m the best thing since the nine-milli′
It just be in me to rip you rappers silly
I'm tearing the heart out from you marks and that′s real
And if you ain't from these parts then that′s a done deal
Cap peeled, blood spilled, on the corner
Call the coroners, disrespect this Holly-Hood
Nigga, you's a goner


Now she′s trying to say bye-bye, so I showed her the way
Across the bay, make her left at the Golden Gate
Go down by 101, do 50 S.F.P.D
Acting tricky, slow it down cause they might get me
Make a stop, pull it over at the corner
Let me show you how we do it in the hood like a real Californian
Pull the powder out my shirt pocket, tweaking like rocket in color
Down in Compton, old girl said you need to stop it
But I can't stop, won't stop
Slapped her on her pretty ass and told her get it back in the drop
Noddin′ out like little Rick and Hav did
On my way to Club Dread, when I get there plan to get my head back
Get me ice cold Hennessy
One night, I bet you she′ll remember me
Because I treat that ass so sickly
When she brought her punk ass to the city, can you feel me?

This is how we do it in the Golden State
Breaking bitches and pushing rhymes like weight
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Bubble eye big body with the European plates
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Breaking bitches and pushing rhymes like weight
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Bubble eye big body with the European plates


As I release my lyrical piece
It's my time to shine in Holly-Hood, where niggas up to no good
On my way to the corner
You disrespect the West coast, you′s a goner
I'm gonna keep it crackin′, rappin' trying to make it happen
At 18, spittin′ fire like the regime
Body numb off the Nadine
Lyrical warfare, and you niggas can't seem to fade me
I'm something shady known as Hades
Why you niggas hate me?
I′m gon′ be having money by the ton, I used to rap for fun
But after this track you could label me a young gun
Who fiend for more extermination
Of bitch made niggas out the rap game
It's all about my nation is what they facing
With my Jason mask on I be the unknown assailant
Getting slayed in, engraving bodies into the pavement
Never kept a safe and just blazing, it′s amazing

We close the doors off the hinges, my flows echo endless
Through the night, in the trunk of candy Beamers and Benzes
I stay relentless to the finish while competition diminish
In the end, ain't no witness, just more gossip from bitches
It′s Techno Hostage, issue with stitches, you can't stop it
You can′t miss it, ghetto star unlisted
From California handling business, it's all drug game and pimpin'
Money, hoes and limpin′, for my foes that′s trippin'
I got that infrared system, we burn ′em and twist 'em
And put they women on the stroll, they gon′ learn to listen
This nigga's gonna turn your blood cold, paid with gold
Carnival lost souls, that′s just the way the Glock blows
That's just the life that I chose until the day my eyes close

This is how we do it in the Golden State
Breaking bitches and pushing rhymes like weight
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Bubble eye big body with the European plates
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Breaking bitches and pushing rhymes like weight
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Bubble eye big body with the European plates
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Breaking bitches and pushing rhymes like weight
This is how we do it in the Golden State
Bubble eye big body with the European plates

See there's a sucka from the O, oh yes, I heard of ya
Trying to bite my style so I′m about to straight murder ya
Maloney on the tape because I do this for fun
I keep it real for my folks, I′m too young for a gun
But I'm riding, I′m sliding, I'm dipping through that O
Serving all you suckas, we don′t love them hoes
At least not on my side, but what side is you from?
I'm a Frisco player, you′s a East Coast bum
So bustin' rhymes, bustin' rhymes, get ten, pay eighty
The girlies they love me, the suckas they hate me
The battle of the money when I win and tear it off
The name Troy P and I′m about to break ′em off
Break 'em off, break ′em off