This Is How We Do Lyrics by Mcgruff

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, sexin 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 ass home
    Is gruff a playa? nigga ask pretty tone
    Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit
    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, nigga, 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 butters, plus they muthafuckin 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 button showin, the l that slip
    Yo i smell that shit, yo i can tell that shit
    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 nigga, push an ack vigga
    Call it don p., then go relax wit her

    [chorus 2x]

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