That's How I Get Down ft. Ice T & Boogie Lyrics

Niggas think we fuckin' around cuz

That's nice

Bust that shit

SMG cuz

Final level nigga

Knots, knots, knots, knots

Ayo that Glock go

That eighth go

That fifth go

Thats how i get down

Ayo that Trey go

That Ruger go

That Nina go

Thats how i get down

Ayo my Glock go

That eighth go

That fifth go

Thats how i get down

Ayo that Trey go

That Ruger go

That Nina go

Thats how i get down

Ayo

Thats how i get down

Hold up

Niggas say I'm old as fuck

But my bullets just nine

All in your waistline

Niggas talk a lot

Same nigga get shot

Give a fuck about your young ass

Body yo dumb ass

Hammer in ya face

Watch the revolver twist

Nigga cryin' now

Shoulda stayed off the list

Nigga talk shit

I'ma feed ya piss

I roll with them gang boys

Mostly Crips

I keep it Cali but close

The most strapped

Never rolled a hook

Without a gat in my lap

Unless you with my gun

Tells ya

Silence fully

Auto shell catchin' hook

Instructor

Cops hatin' my shit

I gold plate my clips

Bust straight don't miss

Gun aroma ejaculates

My dick

It's a bad day

Fuckin' with the AK spray

Here's a lesson for you, grown

Motherfuckers don't play

Coke talk all you want

I give a fuck about it

Go hard face to face

I really fuckin' doubt it

Click bang

Motherfucker you dead

Final level gang

Bitch leave your ass in the red

Iceberg cuz

You know my life story

You fakes bore me

Just keepin' it real

Never leave my fuckin' house

Without packin' my steel

Simply roll up

And feel your cap get peeled

That glock go

That eighth go

That fifth go

That's how i get down

That Trey go

That Ruger go

That Nina go

Thats how i get down

My glock go

That eighth go

That fifth go

Thats how i get down

That Trey go

That Ruger go

That Nina go

Thats how i get down

Thats how i get down

Hold that

Told cats to fall back

Or fall flat

Homie I'm rough with it

Fuck with it

Nuff get it

Trust me it's tough

When it's Huss grippin

It's big bucks with it

Luck ridden chumps

Gettin' bucks

I cuts' in it

Just enough to touch

What you busters didn't

The gun get it crunk

If it's a punk riffin'

the pump lift'em up

like hung pictures

I was a 2-5 toter

32 stasher

had two of em

That was fast

As I was movin' em

Nines for 550

The Mac gon cost ya

Renig' Trig cats

Will off ya

Glock 40

Fell in love with it

Took it in the jooks

Kept it on cock

While footin' it in the brook

First I picked it up

The suspense was killin' me

Now it cost niggaz

Their expensive jewelry

Make em take it off

Like airport security

Tucked it

Jumped in the benz

Of my enemy

Fuck it

The duckets tentatively

Been the subject generally

So I'm on deck

Willingly

Stick'em with my catchphrase

Ay remember me

Stray pay the penalty

A.K. your centerpiece

Yeah

Old boy got issues

So tell old boy

Your homeboy got pistols

That Glock go

That eighth go

That fifth go

That's how I get down

That Trey go

That Ruger go

That Nina go

That's how I get down

That Glock go

That eighth go

That fifth go

That's how I get down

That Trey go

That Ruger go

That Nina go

That's how I get down

yea

That's how I get down

Aye

Aye

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