This Is How We Do-Big Tymers

　　　 Artist：big tymers Songs Title：this is how we do Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah, Yeah This how we do it, where I'm from I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out Got one more minute, hold that call Two drunk players leaning on the wall Three crazy niggaz screamin, ＂alcohol＂ Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball Five bartenders and they all want leave Six ugly b**ches with some f**ked up weaves Seven dyked broads and they all look rough Eight niggaz hollerin', ＂don't f**k wit us＂ Nine b**ches runnin' off at the mouth Ten b**ches trying to hear what they talkin' about Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs Thirteen fights, niggaz, b**ches and dykes Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights Fifteen minutes on interstate-10 At the strip club, we gon' do it again - whoa Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop We VIP ni**a, so them b**ches gon' jock Laid Back on them 23s Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be ni**a? (Hello) You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated Porsche trucks, Infinity graded Gotta give props to the man that made me Red Gold, I start it went crazy Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this I do you, but never ever him He is a wimp, and you is a pimp Then she goes down, to my brown One eye, big guy, hear that sound? Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops) Turn everything off bruh Check out my outfit (music resumes) I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub (that's nothin' lil' one) I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy The yellow-gold stealth, faded Got the chrome, ni**a, plated Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it