Shabaam Sahdeeq

Shabaam Sahdeeq - That's How We Do lyrics

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[Chorus]

That's how we do...

That's how we do...

That's how we do...

That's how we do...



[Shabaam talking over Chorus]

Yeah, O-Negative, yaknowha'msayin

Puttin these hot tracks down, yaknowha'msayin

All day, every day, yaknowha'msayin

We got that Henny, we got that haze, knowha'msayin

We got the broads over here, knowha'msayin

They got on the tight skinwear, knah'mean

Chillin up in the parks, chillin in the cars

Blast music... Y'all fools don't got no handle,

Y'all don't know what to do with that ball

Pass that..



Pass the peel, y'all fools can't score for Will

Raw is the deal, ya face hit the floor like heels

I paid my dues, while y'all hurts play the fool

Display my tool, fix whatever problem you got

Fuck ya beats, my clique got majors tracks

Like ya trick weave and bobbie pins, shit that could wrap

Our elevator chops it up like helicopter propellers

S-Double the mozzarella, free my peeps like Mandela

Respect me duke, and I do the same for you

G'head, play Mr. Toughy, getcha head unscrewed

I know made men who move llel, but you sayin they new

Pop toast in every rhyme, whatchu sayin ain't true

I come through boppin 'em, with Myers Rum

Face twist, think about where my next meal comin from

Don't roll ya hands up, just focus ya mind and listen

Without the rocks I glisten, what I'm spittin,

gotchu niggaz pissin in ya pants standin in the puddle

In the huddle I'm bound to bubble

When my drink drop niggaz in trouble



[Chorus]



[Shabaam talking over chorus]

In trouble man, yaknowha'mean (In trouble kid)

S-Double smoke somethin, streets know

Shabaam Sahdeeq (That's what?)

That's how we do, get busy (That's what?)

Uh.. niggaz in BK

95 send 'em all niggaz (That's what?)

Flatbrush beatin and Westbury beats

Holla (Smash 'em!) knahmean?

Bed-Stuy, Hart, Costiasco niggaz

(Yo let these magazine...)



I'm holdin a ace, holdin my place, holdin a eight

Ball; for them niggaz that crack like sidewalks

Money talks, you'll be on a vacation with Mr. Rawk'

On Fantasy Isle, that's why we stay poundin you out

I'm out for the gold, out for the plaque, out for the map

I'm takin it over, with a black holster strapped to the shoulder

Watch ya step, quiet as kept, fuck ya rep

I'm leavin 'em wet like seals and snatchin their meal

Uncompromise and we got the fuel

To keep the track pumpin like lifer dudes

In yard nigga, fix ya face

All that hate radiates when you step in the place

At the dorm at LIU, blunts and brews

Two chicks, my mind off from rival crews

Me and Pablo, pimp game, hiked 'em up

Right to fuck, two latex lay in the cup

They was already drunk, ready to get they perms sweated out

And she said nothin when I put it in her mouth

Yeah I stay poker faced, when I'm smokin a mocha

And I keep bitches happy like diamond chokers



[Chorus x2]



[Shabaam talking over chorus]

We ain't trickin, feel me shorty?

Uh, hahah...

Yeah, my Jersey niggaz, my E.O. niggaz

My T-Neck niggaz, yeah, my Sack niggaz

Englewood niggaz, Jersey City up on the hill niggaz

Newark niggaz, Ervington niggaz, Monteclair niggaz..

You feel me, summertime, wintertime

We out there all year 'round

Yeah, you know how we do, my Bronx niggaz

176th Street niggaz, knahm'sayin

My Mt. Hoke niggaz, my Walton niggaz

My East Treemont niggaz, yo my Cedric niggaz

My Riverpark Tower niggaz, yeah holla...
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