This Is How We Do Lyrics - Singles - Mcgruff

Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all 

Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall 

So called bad chick, sexin' you all 

Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls 

Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on 

Get your Reebok money, send ya ass home 

Is Gruff a playa? Nigga ask Pretty Tone 

Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit 

If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit 

Herb be phat, linen down derby hat 

Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back 

Live talk shows, pop corks offa Mo's 

My money grows while fiends snort up they nose 

Private jet, nigga, whole life is set 

Life like begets 

Mega ice on the neck 

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu 

Harlem World baby and the LB crew 

Now we do, party to the sky turn blue 

Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do 

I'm creepin' uptown and my mans ride wit 'em 

He got three Dutches in the ash tray and Sal wit 'em 

He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide me 

Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit him 

We on FDR Drive, doing 95 

Smokin' trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live 

Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot 

Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not 

Peepin', ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot 

Shorty open the door wit the short and the knot 

Wit the belly button showin', the L that slip 

Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit 

Soon as my man creep wit shorty inside the room 

I con', I continue to spark up my moon 'cuz 

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu 

Harlem World baby and the LB crew 

Now we do, party to the sky turn blue 

Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do 

Aiyo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin' 

Check me in V.I.P., gettin' love open 

The fellow wit cream, gon' sell her a dream 

Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between 

KnowhatImean? Kick game, puff la green 

Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam 

Word up, ya know the ice burnt up 

Give me one minute have your wife skirt up 

And all playa haters get they life hold up 

Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up 

Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga 

Call it Don P. then go relax wit her 

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu 

Harlem World baby and the LB crew 

Now we do, party to the sky turn blue 

Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do 

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya bu-ga-lu 

Harlem World baby and the LB crew 

Now we do, party to the sky turn blue 

Pollyin' yeah, that's what we gon' do