Dis Is How We Do

(album: Young Money The Mixtape Volume 1 - 2005)

[Boo:]
B.O.O. gets that dough
Blane rose gold while I got yo hoe
Don't even mention the flow
I don't even like rap
I just do it for the scrap
Got chrome on my lap
Toast on my lap
Cruising through the city
Fox fur on my back
Man you niggas is wack
Plus, this young money cream got me acting like that
'Cause nowadays I ain't gotta package that crack
Keep ties to the streets so I ain't gotta go back
Certified pimp, bona fide mack
I just really fall back
I don't chase that cat
'Cause Lil Boo just ain't no good
West side of Chi where shit gets so hood
Nigga act tough then he gon' get laid down
Look at my face nigga I don't play 'round
Holla at me

[Mack Maine:]
Mack Maine, uh
Real as they come
Tommy on me ain't a Hilfiger son
Grip macks that blow
Pitch black, the clothes
Black Dickie fit, black hat, black Girbauds
Whip past my foes
In something they can't afford
Nah, I ain't talking about a Honda Accord
Young Money, the tour
Bad bitches adore
They let us all up in they valores
They say I'm so hood
Puff that good good
My freaks give good head
They all got good jug
Be in a black truck
Hitting a kill bill
I'm prolly with izzel
Baby you prolly with trill real
Runnin with hotspitta
You know dat we G'd up
And hell yeah back in the G
We was re'd up
I'm bout have seed
Gotta to raise my seed up
Now all my dogs in the bin
Nigga just feed up

[Lil Wayne:]
Aye
I got that all black porsche
On them double black buttons
Blend in so well
Look like I'm riding on nothing
Talk a lot of shit but I ain't lying on nothing
She love my satin sheets It's like she lying on nothing
Weezy F Baby bitch
If you don't say the baby
You make me sick
Young money baby girl
Take these dicks
The new AKs got crazy grip
Hottest of the hot bitch
Recognize the nigga
Lookin at my chain like ya lookin at a mirror
I ain't got no lamborghini doors on that escalade
I'mma just go get da lamborghini instead
Down south dread
Insane for the bread
Don't give my name to the feds
Cause they say I'm so grove
I'm hot so stove
Me and money is like khakis and polos
Weezy

[Curren$y:]
Yeah, why am I so fly? I don't know
Why am I so high? That's the drug
Is that a CL5? Oh for sure
Who you got inside?
Some other nigga hoe
Curren$y the hotspitta he a G
Bitches take me out to eat
And you'll be eating bitches out
One thing about the kid
To the cold I spit
If she ain't 'bout sucking and fucking she ain't coming to my house
Yeah, niggas know h-how I do it
When I was in school with my all black Guccis
Sitting in the back of the class acting stupid
Or in C-Murder truck taking bitches to the movies
Oh, no, hotspitta Dawg
Back up in the heezy baby
He's so disrespectful to these ladies
I curse them out and all they say is
"You so crazy"