Chrisanthi Peristeri's video: The Game How We Do -remix

The Game (How We Do)-remix Lyrics.... (Eazy E) DJ STEVE!! Aww Yea lets take a trip just sit back and light a spliff with this and dont slip on a funky dope track jump back strapped with the fat buddha sac and a '78 lac oh clean gangsta lean i got green bud i serve dubs like it aint no thang i hang with OG playas dont set trip or you might get what we call a rat pack i dont slack when it come to streets i get real g funk to a gangsta beat its so sweet when you got money to spend i got a proper big tilt 'n' a fly big benz i make ends spend my dough oh no fo thats how it is and thats how it go act like you know when i creep real slow givin love to the playas that i know is real (2Pac) ever since a nigga was a seed Only thing promised to me was the penitentiary still ballin Ridin on these niggaz cause they lame In a '61 Chevy still heavy in this game can you feel me Blame it on my momma Im a thug nigga Up befo the sun rise quicker than the drug dealers Tell me if it's on nigga then we first to bomb Bust on these bitch-made niggaz hit em up WESTSIDE!!! Ain't nobody love me as a broke nigga Finger on the trigger Lord forgive me if I smoke niggaz I love my females strapped love fuckin from the back I get my currency in stacks Californias where I'm at ridin' Passed by while these niggaz wonder why I got shot and didnt die let em see whos next to try Did I cry hell nah nigga tear shed for all my homies in the pen many peers dead Niggaz still ballin (Hook){50 Cent} This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love This is how we do We make a move and act a fool while we up in the club This is how we do Nobody do it like we do it so show us some love (2Pac) Now everybody wanna see us dead Two murdered on the front page shot to death bullets to the head Niggaz holla out my name and its similar to rain Mothafuckas know Im comin so they runnin to they graves watch Swoop down with my nigga from the Pound {Eazy}dont give a fuck would you coward niggaz now blast Keep pumpin ain't worried bout nuttin Busters thought we was frontin so reload and keep dumpin (Eazy E) dump on fools with a quickness and they got no cure for this sickness i get payed for the way that i kick this like a G'sta an OG'sta{a Whos Dat?} a real playa named Eazy and i live my life straight crazy dont need no punk-fools payin me and broke groupies and hoochies dont faze me i take two steps back and release myself to put platinum and gold on a record shelf i dont brag but i tellem like it straight up iz befo you do a record partna handle the bizness and dont get caught slippin on the under or you might wonda whats up on them ends G i call a spade a spade and get payed G showed the way so i give love to em (The Game) I put gold Daytonas on that Cherry 64 White walls so clean looks like Im ridin on bolbs Hit one switch mayne that ass so low Cali got niggas in New York ridin on hundred spokes Touch me tease me kiss me please me I give it to ya just how you like it girl Your now rockin with the best fo' pound on my hip Gold chain on my chest (Ah!) (50 Cent) 50 uh Bentley uh Em came n gotta nigga fresh out the slum Automatic gun fuck em one-on-one We wrap up ya punk ass stunt ya done Homie its Game time (The Game) ready? Here I come Call Lloyd Banks and get this motherfucker crunk It took two, months But Fifty got it done Signed with G-unit Had niggas like "huh?" Dont try to front I'll leave yo ass slumped Thinkin Im a punk Get your fucking head lumped Fifty got a gun (50 Cent) Ready here he come Gotta sick ven-detta To get this che-dda wit my Ba-Retta The dra-ma-setta Sip Am-a-retta My flow sounds betta Than average On tracks Im a savage I damage Any nigga tryin to front on my clique (G-Unit!)