You Know How We Do It

Yeah Yeah Yeah Fool

You know how we do it I don't want the west side I don't want the west side

I don't want the west side I don't want the west side I don't want the west side

Ain't nothing going on but the bomb ass rap song Hittin' all night long Just like me on the black and white ivory

Gettin' six on a dealie, you don't wanna see a G Break your ass like vicious Buster-ass tricks, sleep with the fishes Runnin' from Lennox, up at Venice

They wanna have me in stripes like Dennis the Menace But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'

Full-hoppin', ass-droppin', coupe the bill My truth ain't ill, fool, I got skills

So, back on up, boy, check that chin Down is fuck, and I'm full off hand

Yeah, it's no love, man, I thought you knew it Fool, you know how we do it

Chilling with the homies, smelling the bud

Double park, and I'm talking to Dub about Who got a plan, who got a plot

Who got got, and who got shot Cause everybody knows that he got the info Crazy tunes hanging out the window

Boo, I got them bomb ass cakes The lynch mob, planet of the eights I'm down with eight, and what's up?

Cam and Solo, they got you nuts When I skew out a sentence I want the pun, just like George Clinton

SKP is down to catch a body Put it on ED, we'll turn, not your party It gets no love, man, I thought you knew it Boo, you know how we do it

Jack me, Mimble, and Jack me quick If you wanna jack me on a lick

Cause I'm that fool from South Central You think you're stuck yourself with a number two fool So that's hard broke, hot lead in your ass

With more pounds to the ounce and the dash Mash up, man, that's ready for the West Everything is great

Slow down for the depth on the hundred and eighty Keep mashing Don't drink and dry to keep the ball from crashing Stashing the clock and I thought you knew it You know how we do it

Coming from the west side, west side.

Nothing but the west side.

It's hitting on the west side.

You know how to do it.

Thank you.

Thank you.