Songtext How we do remix Eazy-E

How we do remix

(feat. Tupac, The Game and 50 Cent)

[Eazy-E:]
Oh yeah! let's take a tripjust sit back and light a spliff and don't slip on the funky dope tracks jump back and strapped with afat booda sack 78 go clean gangsta lean I got green but I serve dubs like it ain't no thingi hang with OG players don't set trip boy you might hit the '''' I don't slack when it come to streets I kick real G funk to a gangsta beat it's so sweet when u got money to spend and I got a proper big benz I make inns spend my doe on mo fo that's how it is and that's how it goes act like u know when I creep real slow giving love to the players that I know

[Tupac:]
Now ever since a nigga was a seed the only thing that was promised to me was the penetentary still ballin riding on these niggas cause they lame in a '61 chevy still heavy in this game can u feel me blame it on my mama I'm a thug nigga up before the sunrise quicker than a drug dealer, tell me if it's on nigga we be first to bomb bust on these bitch made niggas hit em up WESTSIDE! ain't nobody like me as a broke nigga finger on the trigga loc forgive me if I smoke I leave my female strapped but fuck her from the back I give my currency a stats california is where I'm at RIDING by as these niggas wonderin why I got shot but didn't die let em' see whos next to try I cry hell naw! nigga never tear shedfor all my homies in the pin made me appear as dead nigga still ballin!

[Chorus: x2]
This is how we do, we make a move and make a fool while we up in the club
This is how we do, nobody do it like we do it so show us some love

[Tupac:]
Now everybody wanna see us dead two murders on the front page shot to death bullets to the head niggas holla out my name in a sima''' way muthafuckers know I'm comin so they go running to their graves watch swoop down with my nigga from the pound"EAZY"we don't give a fuck about you coward niggas nowkeep pumpin don't worry about nuthin u must of the thought we was frontin so we load and keep shootin(gun shots)

[Eazy-e:]
Pop on fools with a quickness and they got no cure for this sickness I get paid for the way that I get this like a Gster an OGster a real player named eazy and I live my life straight crazy don't need no punk fools paying me and broke groupies and hoochies don't phase me I take two steps back and release myself to put platinum and gold on the record shelves I don't brag but I put it up like it straight up is before you do a record handle your business and don't get caught slippin on the under or u might run "wuts up on them inns G"I call it's get paid it's paid G's show your way so I get mine fool

[The Game:]
I got a gold daytona's on the chevy '64 white walls so clean like I'm riding on volves in one switch man that ass so low cali got niggas in new york ridin' on hundred spokes touch me, tease me, kiss me, please me, I'll give it to you just how you like it girl your now rockin with the best four pound gun on my hip gold chain on my chest(ahhh!)

[50 Cent:]
Fifty uh, bentli uh, em came and got a nigga fresh out the slump automatic gun fuckin one on one we'll rap your punk ass stunt your done homie it's game time
[The Game:]
Your ready here it come call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk it took two months but fifty got it done sign with G-Unit and had niggas like huh don't try to front I'll leave your ass slumped thinkin I'm a punk your fugga head rumped fifty got a gun

[50 Cent:]
Ready here it come I got a sit this chedda we bomb up better and draw em' up setter ball em' redder it sounds better than average tracks I'm a savage I damage any nigga tryin to front on my click G-UNIT!