How We Do ('93 Til)

[Verse 1: Freddie Gibbs] Once upon a time round '99 I took a chick to the prom with a big behind She had a cute face, a thin waist, a bright smile Titties mediocre, but ass was like BLAOW! Might have been two thou' when I met that ho But on the low I used to sweat that ho, I had to let that go Cause baby had me with a hell of a crush Love letters on her locker, I ain't give no fuck What other niggas thought about me Cause I was all about we, me and her 'til I D-I-E Made me want to do some shit like carve her name in a tree Like we was K-I-S-S-I-N-G But little did I know she had a dude With hella money, hella jewels, I was just another nigga in school A straight fool, for thinking I was special or different Lost my respect for the rest of the bitches I played hoes and shank hoes for bankrolls Never thought they'd fill my heart with pain though I would laugh when a broad made my niggas feel blue But the jokes ain't funny when the joke's on you Let me stroke something boo, let me get that pearl Touch your softest spot, let me in your world And you can be his girl, and that nigga can remain your man Freddie G'll be your back-up plan [Hook] x2 It’s how we do Cause why have one when a nigga can have two Three or four hoes I like the ass brand new Just fuck with me and ill stay true “I love you" Yea yea I love you too It's how we do, do, do-do-do It's how we do, do, do-do-do It's how we do, do, do-do-do [Verse 2: Freddie Gibbs] I had a bad bitch from Nap named Nicole Nicole used to keep a nigga dick on swole She knew I had a girlfriend, but she love my pole And when she saw me with my woman, then she lost control And went crazy, "Freddie I can't believe you played me People told me that niggas from the G was shady You forgot you didn't wear a rubber when you laid me I'm pregnant and it's your baby" Hell of a bind, these hoes put me through a hell of a time Met a girl last year that I thought was mine Came all the way to NY to see me rhyme Flew her ass out to LA for Christmas time And shit was fine, we on the same beat She ain't got a problem with me being in the street I know I ain't her one and only, but I'm hoping I ain't one of many Baby pretty, but try to play me silly, cause she really Wasn't think 'bout religion when she told me the dick bomb But then she up and left me cause I practice Islam I guess Mom told her that the boy ain't right And she gon' pray to Jesus Christ to take me out of her life And out of her sight, she keep it undercover I really used to mean it when I told her that I love her But now I know that love is a four letter word Like fuck and shit So love you can suck my dick