This Is How We Do (feat. Mr. Cheeks)

Yea, one, two, Harlem World, Jamaica Queens thing

You know what I'm sayin'

Herb McGruff, Mr. Cheeks

We gon' do this like this

Yes, yes, 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

Give your Reebok money, send ya ass home

Is Gruff a player? ****, ask Pretty Tone

Flooded rollie lit, smooth goldy shit

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

Herb be fat, linen down derby hat

Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back

Live talk shows, pop corks off a Mo's

My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose

Private jet, ****, whole life is set

Life like begets, mega ice on the neck

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

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue

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

I'm creepin' Uptown, and my mans ride with 'em

He got two Dutches in the ash tray, and Sal with 'em

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

To meet two chicks, so we can get wild wit 'em

We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five

Smokin' trees, on the way, Saturday Night Live

Said they butters, plus they motherfuckin' pad is hot

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

Peep it, ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot

Shorty open the door with the short in the knot

With the belly button showin', the L that's lit

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, 'cause

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

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue

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

Hey, yo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin'

Check me in VIP, gettin' love open

The fellow with cream, gon' sell her a dream

Gas up, just to get the hell in between

Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green

Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam

Word up, y'all know be Iceberg'd up

Give me one minute, have your wife skirt up

And all player haters get they life hurt up

Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up

Chocolate mack ****, push a Ac vigor

Call it Don peace, then go relax with her

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

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue

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

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

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue

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