This is how we do
DJ Celory a.k.a. Mr. BEATS Feat. Dabo Hi-D Lyrics

Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all.
Greetings, all. Gruff remains stylish.

Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall.
Smoking weed, blessed in my Lexus going to the mall.

So-called bad chick, sexin' you all.
A woman of questionable character, seducing you all.

Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls.
Contact Gruff and let me show off my sexual prowess.

Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on.
Move your spine, while I manipulate the situation.

Get your Reebok money, send ya ass home.
Make some cash, then leave.

Is Gruff a playa? Nigga, ask Pretty Tone.
Am I a ladies man? Ask Pretty Tone.

Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit.
Expensive Rolex watch shining, looking good.

If I ever die, your Joe's gon' have a fit.
If I die, Joe will be upset.

Herb be phat, linen down derby hat.
I smoke high-quality marijuana, wearing a fashionable hat.

Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back.
I'm wearing expensive shoes, mink and fur on my back.

Live talk shows, pop corks off a Mo's.
Appearing on live TV shows, opening champagne bottles from Moet & Chandon.

My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose.
I'm making money while drug addicts use drugs.

Private jet, nigga, whole life is set.
I have a private jet, my life is comfortable.

Life like begets, mega ice on the neck.
My luxurious lifestyle results in the acquisition of expensive jewelry.

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Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu.
This is how we party, dancing and having fun.

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew.
Representing Harlem and the LB crew.

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue.
Now we party, non-stop until morning.

Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do.
Partying, that's what we're going to do.

I'm creepin' uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em.
I'm moving stealthily uptown with my friend.

He got three Dutches in the ash tray, and Sal wit' 'em.
He has three rolled cigars in the ashtray, with Sal beside him.

He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide me.
He's getting high, and requested my presence.

Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit' him.
Give me some time, so we can have fun together.

We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five.
We're driving on FDR Drive at a high speed.

Smokin' trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live.
Smoking marijuana while driving, listening to Saturday Night Live.

Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot.
The gossip is hot, plus their home is impressive.

Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not.
Smoking and drinking, why not do both?

Peepin', ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot.
Watching, rang the doorbell as soon as we arrived.

Shorty open the door wit' the short and the knot,
A woman opens the door wearing a revealing outfit.

Wit' the belly button showin', the L that slip.
Showing her belly button, and L-shaped underwear slipping out.

Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit.
I can smell the marijuana, and recognize its quality.

Soon as my man creep wit' shorty inside the room,
As soon as my friend went into the room with the woman,

I con', I continue to spark up my moon, 'cause...
I remained outside, smoking marijuana alone, because...

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Aiyo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin'.
Hey, Gruff here, keeping the bar running.

Check me in VIP, gettin' love open.
VIP check-in, receiving adoration.

The fellow wit' cream, gon' sell her a dream.
A man with money, lying to impress a woman.

Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between.
Bad luck, only time will help.

Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green.
Understand what I'm saying? I have excellent social skills and smoke marijuana.

Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam.
Wherever Gruff goes, he stands out.

Word up, ya know the ice burnt up.
Definitely, you know the diamonds sparkle.

Give me one minute, have your wife skirt up.
Give me a moment, I'll make your wife interested in me.

And all playa haters get they life hold up.
All of the haters better stop hating.

Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up.
Someone may end up dead.

Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga.
A handsome black man, driving a Ford Explorer.

Call Don P., then go relax wit' her.
Open a bottle of Dom Perignon, then unwind with a woman.

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