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8ball & mjg - do it how it go lyrics

[intro: 8ball]
drop it

[intro: mjg]
ahhhhhhhhhh
on the mother f-ckin’ one
hey mane, you know what mane
n-gga walk up to me mane
you know what he did mane
you know asking me about how i keep mother f-cking game so tight
sh-t mane you know he wanna’ know how he get his
doin’ they little game on the side and sh-t
i told him i don’t know why ya’ll be doin’ that sh-t man
keep that sh-t rolling like for so long and on, longevity and sh-t man you know
n-gga i told him ya’ll gotta know how to do it mane
you gotta do that sh-t how it go n-gga

[verse 1: 8ball]
i’m just a tennessee n-gga straight from orange mound
gangster walking, trying to stack my cheese and put it down
the world ain’t ready for the drama that we bringing
the sh-t that we be saying, cause they don’t know the meaning
i was lost mane and ain’t n0body found me yet
i’m royalty but them b-tches ain’t crowned me yet
i told ’em once hard times ain’t no hurting from me
i’m 8ball n-gga now look out for mjg

[verse 2: mjg]
up in your sh-t mane thinking about sticking the flag in
phony -ss tricks be flossing and braggin’
’bout b-tches they done f-cked and places they have been
you get it cause they know when you hit it you cash in
n-gga don’t be telling me you that you staying above the b-tch
when all the time dumb and you secretly love the b-tch
them drugs and sh-t
that must affected ya’ll strongly
i got one woman and don’t no[?] b-tch own me

[chorus]
boys want to be men but act like ho’s
ho’s want a n-gga tricking off his dough
pimps and gangsters do whatever for the dough
tricks and busters do whatever for a ho
lame n-ggas slip cause they game too slow
if you not hustling for some paper what you husting fo’
don’t trip cause a n-gga like me don’t fold
get it how you live n-gga
do it how it go

[verse 3: 8ball]
big shot n-gga boss on my own commission
sp-ce age pimpin’ take you to another dimension
fast living on the audubon headed for death
a n-gga ain’t gon’ have sh-t if i don’t get it myself
stone face to a n-gga think he know about me
i’m the fat one the skinny n-gga mjg
flipping with charlie hustle when i’m in northern cali’
b-legit, got that sticky green, choke a n-gga salad
split one, roll it up, spark it up
hold it for a second, then bark it up
8ball known to rock a n-gga world slanging verses
leaving n-gga’s and they b-tches face down riding he-rs-s
no mercy how it come to me and that’s how i be giving it
hard is how i’m living b-tch and that’s why i be writing it
rob a mother f-cker, m-ss murder, dope slangin’
straight pimp gaming, keeping ho’s entertainin’

[verse 4: mjg]
boys want to be men but act like ho’s
but then ho’s want to be men and wear boys clothes
we cream of the crop
certified finest ones
when did we drop
nineteen ninety-one
and what did we see
we saw ourselves doing this sh-t
and what did we know
n-ggas going try to ruin this sh-t
i’m riding with god
protected by an untouchable squad
you rushing me hard
i’m bout to pull this buzz in your yard
and make a command and dance all over your gr-ss
suave house n-gga’s ran all over your -ss
you broke and you mad
found out your wife a ho and you sad
crying and sh-t, like a b-tch give him a rag
not for his eyes, he need them for his panties and sh-t
f-ggot sitting down to p-ss, instead of standing and sh-t
trip i’m a pimp type nig-a-roll
slash gigolo
ask me how i do it
how you do it
how it go, n-gga

- 8ball mjg lyrics

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