This Is How We Do
Big Tymers Lyrics

This how we do it, where I'm from
This is the way of life in my hometown

I'm thuggin' in the club, until I see the sun
I'm partying hard in the club until it's daylight

Shi-ine, on my face, got the gun on my waist
The sun is shining on me, and I'm carrying a gun

Walkin to my Escalade, tell them niggaz I'm not afraid
Walking to my Escalade confidently, letting others know I'm not scared

To let the ni-ine, sing out, it can ring out
I'm not afraid to use my gun if needed

Got one more minute, hold that call
I need a minute, please don't call me yet

Two drunk players leaning on the wall
Two intoxicated men are resting against the wall

Three crazy niggaz screamin, "alcohol"
Three rowdy guys shouting for more alcohol

Four more niggaz claimin' that they ball
Four more men bragging about their money and status

Five bartenders and they all want leave
All five bartenders want to go home

Six ugly bitches with some fucked up weaves
There are six unattractive women with poorly maintained hair weaves

Seven dyked broads and they all look rough
Seven lesbians who appear to be tough and intimidating

Eight niggaz hollerin', "don't fuck wit us"
Eight men shouting a warning that they should not be messed with

Nine bitches runnin' off at the mouth
Nine women are talking too much and being loud

Ten bitches trying to hear what they talkin' about
Ten women are eavesdropping and trying to listen to their conversation

Eleven cute shorties in the whole damn club
There are eleven attractive and short women in the entire club

Twelve wannabe, gonna be, nothin' but scrubs
There are twelve men who aspire to be successful but currently aren't

Thirteen fights, niggaz, bitches and dykes
There have been thirteen altercations involving men, women, and lesbians

Fourteen police reading niggaz they rights
Fourteen people are being arrested and read their Miranda rights

Fifteen minutes on interstate-10
It takes fifteen minutes to reach the club from interstate-10

At the strip club, we gon' do it again whoa
We're going to repeat this experience at the strip club

Comin' through my hood on spinnin' blades
I'm driving through my neighborhood in a car with spinning wheels

Mami know my name, niggaz know I don't play
Women know who I am, and people know not to mess with me

Jump out the whip, and we blaze in the shade
I get out of the car, and we smoke marijuana in the shade

Cause I gotta get straight, got an ounce of that haze
I need to get high, and I have an ounce of high-quality marijuana

Early birds don't play, makin' drops in the spots
Those who get things done early are successful in their hustles

We struggle, but we hustle, man we hustle 'round the clock
We face challenges but keep working hard nonstop to make money

Goin' to the club, where the bottles gon' pop
Heading to the club, where we will be popping champagne bottles

We VIP nigga, so them bitches gon' jock
We're VIP, so women will be attracted to us

Laid Back on them 23s
I'm relaxed while riding on 23-inch wheels

Escalade all green, Cadillac lean, who that be nigga? (Hello)
My Escalade is green and shiny, and it's tilted to the side. People are greeting me

You know that be Baby, he goin' to the club in somethin' updated
People know that it's Baby, and he's going to the club in a trendy car

Porsche trucks, Infinity graded
We have luxurious cars like Porsche and Infinity trucks

Gotta give props to the man that made me
I have to show respect to those who have taught me and helped me succeed

Red Gold, I start it went crazy
I started a business and made a lot of money

Afford to stunt, niggaz, stay in y'all places
I can show off my wealth, but others need to remain humble

Pimp, picture me and your misses, lit up like Christmas
Imagine me and your woman making out with enthusiasm like it's the holiday season

I look her in her eyes, and ask her could she kiss this
I take a hard look at her eyes and proposition her to make out with me

I do you, but never ever him
I am interested in your woman, not your male partner

He is a wimp, and you is a pimp
Your male partner is weak, and you're in control of the situation

Then she goes down, to my brown
Then she takes her mouth down to my genitalia

One eye, big guy, hear that sound?
Referring to his penis, he's boasting about its size and erection

Slurp, slurp, take that spit (music stops)
Oral sex is being performed and stops the conversation

Turn everything off bruh
He wants all music and noise to stop

Check out my outfit (music resumes)
He wants everyone to look at the clothes he's wearing, and the music resumes

I'm in the club smokin' buds with my thugs
I'm in a club smoking marijuana with my crew

Hoes show me love, and I never been a scrub
Women are showing me affection, and I've never been unsuccessful

I'm walkin' out, thought lil' one had a grudge
I'm leaving, thinking that a young woman was mad at me

She the one he love, so I hit 'em with a dub
She is his girlfriend, so I give him $20 as a sign of respect

(that's nothin' lil' one)
It's no big deal, young woman

I'm in an Escalade faded, waistline crazy
I'm in my Escalade, feeling high, and wearing my pants low

The yellow-gold stealth, faded
My yellow-gold car has an inconspicuous design and is also slightly faded

Got the chrome, nigga, plated
I have a car that's plated with chrome

Hoes gon' love it, but these busters gon' hate it
Women will like my car, but jealous men will hate it

[Chorus: x2]
Repeating the chorus as a reminder of how they do it in their hometown