Tracks
How We Do It
Artist(s): G-$tack
Label: Black Toast Records
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Writer(s):
Bob Mair (BMI) 45% / Don Reynolds (ASCAP) 10% / Joel Wachbrit (BMI) 45%
Publisher(s):
Black Toast Music (BMI) 45% / Calamari Music (BMI) 45% / Guerilla Funk Family Musicworx (ASCAP) 10%
Category:
Urban
Subcategories:
Entertainment News, Hip Hop, Instrumental, Male Vocal, Rap
Keywords:
Aggressive, Alley, Barrio, City, Clown Dancing, Dark, Drive By, Drugs, Energy, Gang, Gangsta, Ghetto, Guns, Krump, Krump Dancing, Krumping, Mean, Ominous, Prison, Scary, Street, Urban
Instruments:
Bass, Drums, Guitar, Synthesizer
BPM:
95
Key:
Dm
Tempo:
Medium/Midtempo
Time Signature:
4/4
Lyrics:
How We Do It
HOW WE DO IT
Double back when we bubble thru a subtle crack
No Indian givin' yet livin' wit the soul to stack
Mo o's up in the kitchen
Moe doe up in the stove flippin
Hustle thru sleep wit little intermission
Payin dues, stand tall
Wit my heat at intention – That's how we doit
Don't try to hold me homie
You want the key to the city?
Ya best vote for me
Originality wit a style so atrocious
See when we bang from them hip holster
Count on one to get it done wit no one closer – follow that
Now swallow back before we T.K.O. ya
Caught slippin on my street
It was nice to know ya
I tried to told ya
I Stay with a stack
Watch ya girl, I'm a mack
The homies took ya corner
I know you want it back
Betta stay wit ya chickens
Picken a fight with me
I creep up on ya leave hat swiss cheesed
Please believe...
Chorus
THAT'S HOW WE DO IT
WE PLAY FOR KEEPS NOBODY SLEEPS
THAT'S HOW WE DO IT
CAN'T TAKE US DOWN WE OWN THIS TOWN
THAT'S HOW WE DO IT
ONE ON ONE WE GET IT DONE
THAT'S HOW WE DO IT
THAT'S HOW WE DO IT
Don't get confused by my baby face
Betta bail when the nickel nine hangs from the waist
Understand
Me and my man known as the neighborhood bakers
Boy we clock so much cake
You aughta call us Pillsbury
Got bills buried around the planet
Deal us under handed
It 'ill get wild in these streets
Pursue the loot
Deadly when we shoot
Come creepin through our hood wit' no excuse
Boy we'll twist your wig back
Crooked cops try to break us down
Snitches try to sell info
But they're never found
We the don's of the streets
All minor figures get ta hittin' corners when we come around
We keep the team winnin'
Keep the rims spinnin'
On a pearl white hog with the homies wearin linen
Gotta mayor's daughter in the back seat
Choppin game with the gang
Headed to the spot
For some late night sinnin' (YOU CAN"T TOUCH US! )
Repeat Chorus
Breakdown
Repeat Chorus
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