This Is How We Do - Big Tymers

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 niggas I’m not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

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 niggas 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 niggas screamin, «alcohol»

Four more niggas claimin' that they ball

Five bartenders and they all want leave

Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves

Seven dyked broads and they all look rough

Eight niggas hollerin', «don't fuck wit us»

Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth

Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about

Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club

Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs

Thirteen fights, niggas, bitches and dykes

Fourteen police reading niggas they rights

Fifteen minutes on interstate-10

At the strip club, we gon' do it again — whoa

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 niggas I’m not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

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 niggas I’m not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades

Mami know my name, niggas 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 nigga, so them bitches gon' jock

Laid Back on them 23s

Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga?

(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

As for this stuntin?

niggas, stay in y’all places

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 niggas I’m not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

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 niggas I’m not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

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, nigga, plated

Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it

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 niggas I’m not afraid

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out

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 niggas I’m not afraid

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