feat. 50 Cent
  
   [Hook - 50 Cent]
   This is how we do
   We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
   This is how we do
   Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
   This is how we do
   We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club
   This is how we do
   Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love
  
   [Verse I - Game]
   Fresh like, unhh; Impala, unnh
   Crome hyrdolics, 808 drums
   You don't want, none
   Nigga betta, run
   When beef is on, I'll pop that, drum
   Come get, some
   Pistol grip, pump
   If a nigga step on my white Air, Ones
   Since red, rum
   Ready here I, come
   Compton, unh
   Dre found me in the, slums
   Sellin that skunk, one hand on my gun
   I was sellin rocks when Master P was sayin "Unnnh"
   Buck pass the blunt
   These G-Unit girls just wanna have, fun
   Coke and rum
   Got weed on the ton
   I'm bangin with my hand up her dress like, unh
   I'll make her cum, purple haze in my lungs
   Whole gang in the front in case a nigga wanna, stunt
  
   [Verse II - 50 Cent]
   I put Lamborghini doors on that Es-co-lade
   Lil pro so look like I'm riding on blades
   In one year mang, a nigga's so paid
   I have a straight bitch in the telly goin both ways (Ah!)
   Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
   I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
   You know I'm rockin with the best tre pound on my hip
   Teflon on my chest
   They say I'm no good
   Cuz I'm so hood
   Rich folks do not want me around
   Cuz shit might pop off, and if shit pop off
   Somebody gon' get laid the fuck out
   They call me new money, say I have no class
   I'm from the bottom, I came up too fast
   The hell if I care, I'm just here to get my cash
   Bougie ass bitches, you can kiss my ass
  
   [Hook]
  
   [Verse III - Game]
   I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry Six-Four
   White walls so clean it's like I'm ridin on bulbs
   Hit one switch mang, that ass so low
   Cali got niggaz in New York ridin on hundred spokes
   Touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me
   I give it to ya just how you like it, girl
   You know I'm rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip
   Gold chain on my chest (Ah!)
  
   [Verse IV - Game and 50 Cent]
   [50 Cent]
   50, unh
   Bentley, unh
   Em came 'n gotta nigga fresh out the, slum
   Automatic, gun
   Fuck 'em one-on-one
   We wrap up ya punk ass, stunt 'n ya done
   Homie, it's Game time
   [Game]
   You ready? Here I come
   Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker, crunk
   It took two, months
   But Fifty got it done
   Signed with G-unit
   Had niggaz like, "huh?"
   Don't try to front
   I'll leave yo' ass, slumped
   Thinkin I'm a punk
   Get your fuckin head, lumped
   Fifty got a, gun
   [50 Cent]
   Ready here he come
   Gotta sick, vendetta
   To get this, chedda
   Meet my Ba, Retta
   The dra-ma, setta
   Sip Am-a, retta
   My flow sounds, betta
   Than average
   On tracks I'm a savage
   I damage
   Any nigga tryin' to front on my clique (G-Unit!)