Gon' Do It Lyrics - Singles - Down With Webster

Chorus 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

Verse 1 

So chill, dressed to kill 

I hate it to say it, but I'm so ill 

Sex appeal, major deal 

Lemme show you how we do dis here 

'Cause I'm [incomprehensible] than a couch potato 

With a purple napsack full of alligator 

Get up like an elevator 

I got the flavour behavior becoming over your friendly neighbourhood town 

Flier than a helipad, or a pelican 

Or dem crazy cartoon pink floatin' elephants 

'Round here, act your age, less intelligent 

You smeared out, lost your job, up your gentlemen 

Kick it to the wood, I'll show you her town bar 

Kick it to the crib, we call it the Town Hall 

Sons of bitches tryin' to get into Town's draws 

If she lucky, she gonna go down on town's 

Ballerific G on the scene when I'm dipped like batter 

With the moderate fruits on executive meat platters 

Holla at your boys, when you see me, we gon' do it up 

[incomprehensible] bitch, you better not screw it up 

Chorus 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

Verse 2 

Girl, let's roll, let's party, no parents 

It's apparent that you're hot 

You ain't gotta be embarrassed 

Yeah, we hookin' up but it don't mean marriage, shit 

You know I got more chirps than a parrot 

And I know that the ponies like carrots 

But the kid's so nice, I don't even gotta wear it 

Sub's just blaring, so she hop up in the carriage 

Roll it up then share it until we spin like fairies 

Girl, move to the hip hop, hip and [incomprehensible] 

It's the bitch with the flip-flops, check the wristwatch 

It's about that time to Ddub design 

S to the L'low, make you shake like Jello 

Yeah, my first name (Cam?), and I'm doing the damn thing 

You grabbin' the wang-tang, we playing the bang game 

Gets much brains, they call it the crane bang 

And I'm sorry if you're lost, you know that my slang change 

Me and your man, we not in the same lane 

I come from the same cloth, we ain't in the same vein 

On the next level, we still on the same plane 

I'm always switchin' it up while he doing the same thing 

Chorus 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) 

That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) 

(Sorry if some of these lines are foolish and incorrect; I judged these lyrics by my hearing, not a lyric booklet or website.)