Bad Azz Lyrics

Album: Unknown

How We Get Down Lyrics

f/ Doggy's Angels, LaToiya Williams

 

 

 Uhh, purple, uhh, yeah, it's Dogghouse y'all

 

 [Bad Azz - repeat 2X]

 See me, I be about my dollars

 In my own world, wit my own girls poppin collars

 I'ma G, we, be up for the Impalas

 wit 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 gin

 What's happenin, it's a party crackin up in my play pen

 The play pen party is poppin, it's strait line up

 It's an after Aftermath party and my bed's smelly bottom

 Oh you gone, I see real wierd 'til it's over

 When we leave, we gon' peel out in the limo wit the chauffeur

 Wit the doja, gat, Congnac and some soda, uhh, uhh (c'mon, c'mon)

 

 [Kola - Doggy's Angels]

 Who make 'em chat? Angels rule the world

 Who make these niggaz wanna leave their girl? (Kola, Kola!)

 Who got the turk to the dirt? Throwin nose and dope

 Got niggaz cummin from the lyrics I quar (Kola, Kola!)

 Dogghouse checkin niggaz wit the switch in their walk

 Niggaz would talk, slept wit my, leave 'em in chalk

 Keep it pimpin (truly!) Got 'em screamin (ooh wee!)

 Angels reppin wit B-A-D A-Z-Z!

 

 [Chorus: LaToya Williams]

 (oh, oh, oh, oh) 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 marathon

 Gotta have bread, every month, every cent, every blunt

 Every single bottle of 'gnac, you could shine

 it ain't no thang, show your paper stack (check it out)

 Money makes girls, take bitches, make niggaz

 Take money by the motherfuckin gun

 See 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 over

 Where you at? We still smokin and this is Conyiac

 

 [Conyiac - Doggy's Angels]

 It's only one way, Dogghouse is doin movies

 Fun stack to unlimited, riches with intentionses

 Regulate 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 us

 Rep the 'boes, stickin clicks, sick dumbs never holla

 I 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 begun

 I'm fucked up, I can't believe I'm still lookin at butts

 I can't quit, I'm off the hizzle wit this kinda shit

 It's gon' be all away, done before we tryin to split

 When it's this kinda party, we always act dope

 Now you all doped up and you think ya mad dope

 Gotcha homegirls talkin to you, glasses of, damn

 I done, drank all my 'gnac and Cola, whassup Chan?

 

 [Big Chan - Doggy's Angels]

 Uhh, know I, not tap, no hats, nuttin but hand claps

 Slap the pistol cause my holsters snap, and dudes get snapped

 Time to act up, and I could definitely dig that

 We gots to get paid to snitches mases, my decision is made

 Y'all bought - y'all paid

 We be fiends, everywhere, the Angels are back

 Hold that, so let it go and put the bang-bang

 That's how we doin the damn thang (damn thang)

 

 [Chorus] - repeat 4X