You know how we do it, every day, all day
Ain't nothin' goin on but the bomb ass rap song
Hittin' all night long
Just like me on the black and white ivory
Gettin' six on artillery you don't want to see a G
Break yo' ass like dishes
Buster ass tricks sleep with the fishes
Runnin' from Lennox up at Venice
They want to have me in stripes, like Dennis the Menace
But that ain't poppin', ain't no stoppin'
Fo' hoppin, ass droppin', Coupe DeVille
My truth can ill, fool I got skills
So, back on up 'fore I check that chin
Down as fuck and I'm full off Henn'
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Chillin' with the homies, smellin' the bud
Double parked and I'm talkin' to Dub
About who got a plan, who got a plot
Whom got got, and who got shot
Cause everybody knows that he got the info
Crazy Toones hangin out the window
Fool I got them bomb-ass tapes
Da Lench Mob, Planet of the Apes
I'm down with Eiht, and Watts Up
Kam is solo, they got nuts
When I write a sentence
I want ""The Bomb, "" just like George Clinton
S-k-d is down to catch a body
Put on Knee Deep, we'll turn out your party
You gets no love and I thought you knew it
Fool, you know how we do it

Jack be nimble, and Jack be quick
If you want to jack me on a lick, 'cause
I'm that fool from New York City
You played yourself, you think you farted when you shit it
That's how I poke hot lead in yo' ass
With ""Mo' Bounce to the Ounce"" in the dash
Mash up, Ve-nice, headed for the West
Everything is great, slow down for the dip
On a 100 and 8th and keep mashin'
Don't drink and drive to keep the fo' from crashin'
Stashin a glock and I thought you knew it
You know how we do it

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Writer(s): DEXTER WANSEL, O'SHEA JACKSON, QUINCY JONES, THEODORE LIFE, JR.