Do It How It Go
by 8Ball & MJG
From the album: In Our Lifetime
Track 4 of 14 on In Our Lifetime (1999).
Duration: 3:54
Lyrics for Do It How It Go
Drop it Hahaha, on the motherfuckin' one Ayy, man, you know what, mane? Nigga walked up to me, mane, the other day, mane You know, asked me, mane You know, how I keep my motherfuckin' game so tight and shit, mane You know, he wanna know how he Do the exercise on they game and shit Talkin' 'bout, "Mane, how y'all be doin' that shit, mane? How y'all keep that shit rollin' like that for so long?" And I'm chillin' and shit, mane, you know And I told the nigga, "Mane, you gotta know how to do it, mane You gotta do this shit how it go, nigga" I'm just a Tennessee nigga straight from Orange Mound Gangsta walkin', tryna stack my cheese and put it down The world ain't ready for the drama that we bringin' The shit that we be singin', 'cause they don't know the meanin' I was lost, mane, and ain't nobody found me yet I'm royalty, but them bitches ain't crowned me yet I told 'em once, hard times ain't no hurdle for me I'm 8Ball, nigga, now look out for MJG Up in your shit, mane, thinkin' 'bout stickin' the flag in Phony-ass tricks be flossin' and braggin' 'Bout bitches they done fucked and the places they have been You get it, 'cause they know when you hit it, you cash in Nigga, don't be tellin' me that you stayin' above the bitch When all the time, dummy, you secretly love the bitch Them drugs and shit done must affected y'all strongly I got one woman and don't nan' bitch own me Boys wanna be men, but act like hoes Hoes want a nigga trickin' off his dough Pimps and gangsters do whatever for the dough Tricks and busters do whatever for a ho Lame niggas slip 'cause they game too slow If you not hustlin' for some paper, what you hustlin' for? Don't trip 'cause a nigga like me don't fold Get it how you live, nigga, do it how it go Big shot nigga, boss of my own commission Space Age pimpin', take you to another dimension Fast livin', on the autobahn, headed for death A nigga ain't gon' have shit if I don't get it myself Stone face to a nigga think he know 'bout me I'm the fat one, the skinny nigga MJG Flippin' with Charlie Hustle when I'm in Northern Cali B-Legit got that sticky green, choke a nigga salad Split one, roll it up, spark it up Hold it for a second, then bark it up 8Ball known to rock a nigga world, slangin' verses Leavin' niggas and they bitches face down, ridin' hearses No mercy how it come to me and that's how I be givin' it Hard is how I'm livin', bitch, and that's why I be writin' this Rob a motherfucker, mass murder, dope slangin' Straight pimp gamin', keepin' hoes entertainin' Boys wanna be men, but act like hoes But then hoes wanna be men and wear boys' clothes We cream of the crop, certified finest ones When did we drop? 1991 And what did we see? We saw ourselves doin' this shit And what did we know? Niggas gon' try to ruin this shit I'm ridin' with God, protected by untouchable squad You rushin' me hard, I'm 'bout to pull this bus in your yard And make a command to dance all over your grass Suave House, niggas ran all over your ass You broke and you mad, found out your wife a ho and you sad Cryin' and shit, like a bitch, give him a rag Not for his eyes, he need 'em for his panties and shit Faggot sittin' down to piss instead of standin' and shit Trick, I'm a pimp-type niggaro, slash gigolo Ask me how I do it, how you do it? How it go, nigga Boys wanna be men, but act like hoes Hoes want a nigga trickin' off his dough Pimps and gangsters do whatever for the dough Tricks and busters do whatever for a ho Lame niggas slip 'cause they game too slow If you not hustlin' for some paper, what you hustlin' for? Don't trip 'cause a nigga like me don't fold Get it how you live, nigga, do it how it go