This is how we do
Mr.Beats Feat. Dabo Hi-D Lyrics

Yesh, yesh, y'all, Gruff stay fresh y'all.
Greeting to all, I am Gruff and I always look sharp.

Puffin' bless y'all, in the Lex' to the mall.
Smoking weed to bless all while cruising to the shopping center in a Lexus.

So-called bad chick, sexin' you all.
A woman who is considered attractive, having sex with all of you guys.

Give Gruff a call, let me flex in them walls.
Call me for sex, and I will show you my moves.

Twirl ya backbone, get my mack on.
Dancing and enjoying myself while showing off my style and charm.

Get your Reebok money, send ya ass home.
Make some money while dancing and then leave.

Is Gruff a playa? Nigga, ask Pretty Tone.
If you want to know if I'm a player, ask my friend Pretty Tone.

Flooded rolly lit, smooth goldy shit.
My Rolex watch is shining bright, with a smooth golden finish.

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

Herb be phat, linen down derby hat.
I smoke good weed and wear a stylish linen hat.

Gators bitin', minks and fur on me back.
Wearing expensive alligator shoes, with a coat made of mink and fur on my back.

Live talk shows, pop corks off a Mo's.
Appear on live talk shows while opening bottles of expensive champagne.

My money grows, while fiends snort up they nose.
While drug addicts waste their money on drugs, my money continues to grow.

Private jet, nigga, whole life is set.
Travel in a private jet, and my whole life is set and perfect.

Life like begets, mega ice on the neck.
Living the high life, with huge diamonds on my neck.

[Chorus]
Refrain

Yeah, this is how we do, just make ya boo-ga-lu.
This is how we party and dance, just let yourself go.

Harlem World, baby, and the LB crew.
I'm from Harlem World and with the LB crew.

Now we do, party till the sky turn blue.
We party until the sun comes up.

Partyin', yeah, that's what we gon' do.
We party, that's our thing.

I'm creepin' uptown, and my mans ride wit 'em.
I'm going uptown and my friend is with me.

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

He gettin' blunted, so he wanted me to slide me.
He's high and wants me to join him.

Give me two tic, so we can get wild wit' him.
Give me a few moments so we can get high together.

We on FDR Drive, doing ninety-five.
We are driving on the FDR highway at 95 miles per hour.

Smokin' trees, on the ways, Saturday Night Live.
We are smoking weed on the road while watching Saturday Night Live.

Word is butters, plus they muthafuckin' pad is hot.
The place we're going to is great and has a very lively atmosphere.

Smoke the weed, drink the liquor, so I said why not.
We smoke weed and drink alcohol, so I thought, why not?

Peepin', ring the bell, as soon as we hit the spot.
I'm checking out the location, then ring the doorbell when we arrive.

Shorty open the door wit' the short and the knot,
The girl answers the door wearing a short skirt and a belly shirt.

Wit' the belly button showin', the L that slip.
Her belly button is exposed and we are smoking a blunt of marijuana.

Yo, I smell that shit, yo, I can tell that shit.
I can smell the weed, I know that's what it is.

Soon as my man creep wit' shorty inside the room,
As soon as my friend goes inside with the girl,

I con', I continue to spark up my moon, 'cause...
I continue to smoke weed while waiting for them.

[Chorus]
Refrain

Aiyo, Gruff holdin', keep the bar rollin'.
Hey there, Gruff is here holding it down and keeping the drinks coming.

Check me in VIP, gettin' love open.
Check me into the VIP area, because I get the love going.

The fellow wit' cream, gon' sell her a dream.
The guy with money will try to seduce her with false promises.

Gas luck, needs to get the hell in between.
A girl who is too conceited needs to humble herself and join in the fun.

Know what I mean? Kick game, puff la green.
Do you understand me? I have a smooth charm and I smoke weed.

Everywhere Gruff go, shine like high beam.
Everywhere I go, I shine like a bright light.

Word up, ya know the ice burnt up.
You know I have expensive jewelry.

Give me one minute, have your wife skirt up.
Give me a moment and I can seduce your wife.

And all playa haters get they life hold up.
All of the haters who are jealous of me need to stop their negativity.

Undertaker might have to dig some dirt up.
The funeral home might have to bury someone because of me.

Chocolate mack nigga, push an ack vigga.
I'm a smooth and charming black man, driving an Acura car.

Call it Don P., then go relax wit' her.
Let's drink some Don Perignon champagne and then relax with the woman.

[Chorus x 2]
Refrain