How We Get Down - Bad Azz

See me, I be about my dollars

In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars

I’mma G, we, be up for the Impalas

Wit the juice, gettin loose on y’all, I make ya holla

I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong gin

What’s happenin, it’s a party crackin up in my play pen

The play pen party is poppin, it’s strait line up

It’s an after Aftermath party and my bed’s smelly bottom

Oh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it’s over

When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur

Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c’mon)

Who make 'em chat?

Angels rule the world

Who make these niggas wanna leave their girl?

(Kola, Kola!)

Who got the turk to the dirt?

Throwin nose and dope

Got niggas cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!)

Dogghouse checkin niggas wit the switch in their walk

Niggas would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalk

Keep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!)

Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z!

(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down

(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down

(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down

(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down

Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathon

Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt

Every single bottle of 'gnac, you could shine

It ain’t no thang, show your paper stack (check it out)

Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggas

Take money by the motherfuckin gun

See I’mma gangsta from the East side, the L.B.C

I wouldn’t do it if it wasn’t no fun (c'mon)

Oh you gone?

I see it real wierd 'til it’s over

Where you at?

We still smokin and this is Conyiac

It’s only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies

Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses

Regulate every aspect of the game

(Brain loose, sippin purple smoke)

That got me and Angels choked out (no doubt)

They formally stampeded like Kurk (?) (have some partys)

Step up wit quiet and I could get us

Rep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla

I be out, thugged out, then follow, make 'em swallow

— repeat 2X

Three, two, one, it’s at the NFL like the thang just begun

I’m fucked up, I can’t believe I’m still lookin at butts

I can’t quit, I’m off the hizzle wit this kinda shit

It’s gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split

When it’s this kinda party, we always act dope

Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope

Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn

I done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan?

Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps

Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped

Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that

We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made

Y’all bought — y’all paid

We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back

Hold that, so let it go and put the bang-bang

That’s how we doin the damn thang (damn thang)

— repeat 4X