Bad Azz - How We Get Down Lyrics
f/ Doggy's Angels, LaToiya Williams* send corrections to the typistUhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all[Bad Azz - repeat 2X]See me, I be about my dollarsIn my own world, wit my own girls poppin collarsI'ma G, we, be up for the Impalaswit the juice, gettin loose on y'all, I make ya holla[Bad Azz]I make ya feel like ya drunk, you on a gallon of strong ginWhat's happenin, it's a party crackin up in my play penThe play pen party is poppin, it's strait line upIt's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottomOh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it's overWhen we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeurWit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c'mon)[Kola - Doggy's Angels]Who make 'em chat?Angels rule the worldWho make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? (Kola, Kola!)Who got the turk to the dirt?Throwin nose and dopeGot niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!)Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walkNiggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalkKeep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!)Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z How we get down(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down(oh, oh, oh, oh) How we get down(oh oh, oh, oh) This is how we get down[Bad Azz]Money talks, nigga bullshit, run a marathonGotta have bread, every month, every cent, every bluntEvery single bottle of 'gnac, you could shineit ain't no thang, show your paper stack (check it out)Money makes girls, take *****es, make niggazTake money by the mother*****in gunSee I'ma gangsta from the East side, the L.B.C.I wouldn't do it if it wasn't no fun (c'mon)Oh you gone?I see it real wierd 'til it's overWhere you at?We still smokin and this is Conyiac[Conyiac - Doggy's Angels]It's only one way, Dogghouse is doin moviesFun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionsesRegulate every aspect of the game(Brain loose, sippin purple smoke)That got me and Angels choked out (no doubt)They formally stampeded like Kurk (?) (have some partys)Step up wit quiet and I could get usRep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never hollaI be out, thugged out, then follow, make 'em swallow[Chorus] - repeat 2X[Bad Azz]Three, two, one, it's at the NFL like the thang just begunI'm *****ed up, I can't believe I'm still lookin at buttsI can't quit, I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda shitIt's gon' be all away, done before we tryin to splitWhen it's this kinda party, we always act dopeNow you all doped up and you think ya mad dopeGotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damnI done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan?[Big Chan - Doggy's Angels]Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand clapsSlap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snappedTime to act up, and I could definitely dig thatWe gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is madeY'all bought - y'all paidWe be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are backHold that, so let it go and put the bang-bangThat's how we doin the damn thang (damn thang)[Chorus] - repeat 4X
