Mac Miller — How We Do

[Intro: B.DuBB] Yeah, we in this This goes out to everybody in the east end of Pittsburgh city (412) Yeah, I thought we already told 'em, man (Haha) Well, let’s show 'em how we do (Somebody's [?]) Yo, yo, yo [Verse 1: B.DuBB] Everybody get in line, see what’s safe in my jeans I'm on a nonstop grind like I'm chasin' my cheese 'Cause I got places to be and faces to see If your boy got a order, need to place it to me You wanna fight me, you can bite me, punks Rob ya for your ice cream and your Nike Dunks I ain't chillin' in the club, but I might be crunk 'Cause I be sippin’ malt liquor ’til my sight be fucked (Sight be fucked) Lost day, cross-fade into reality Feel the sauce, hate a boss breathin' new formality Haters: y’all save it all and paid 'em all salary Your fate is just to fade and fall once you hear the sound of me I'm grimy with the flow, you can try me My eyelids is low, stayin' high from the ivory Killin’ tracks with Lil' Mac beside me N. Rossi on the beat, east side 'til we die, B [Chorus: B.DuBB & Mac Miller] Yo, we be laxed with the hoes on our laps, sippin' Cognac When we on, this is how we—this is how we— Matter fact, we some macs where we at with my pack Chillin' back in the 412 Yo, dude wanna know how we do it (How we do it) We be flowin', keep our rhymes movin' fluid (Movin' fluid) And I really can't explain it, it's the way the Lord made it If you haters wanna hate it, you'll get ruined (You'll get ruined) [Verse 2: Mac Miller] And listen clearly, I'll pronunciate Beat the pussy up, so the cunts'll hate Gots too orderly [?], the nuns are fake I kill a forty no matter how many guns it take I'm havin' fun with Jake, I run this state I can't leave now, bitch, I got more blunts to bake I gotta wake and bake, ain't gon' take a break Heavy stacks of cash, call that shit a paperweight Beedie, Nick and Easy Mac, you know where to find us Pittsburgh's finest, whole city behind us I flow mindless, God you can't rhyme with I rip it first, then I leave your ass rhyme-less Cop nine, Rick's turn it into pound cake Duck the law, fuck 'em all, I ain't about Jake Your whole crowd's fake I hate fake shit, in hockey, I'm Crosby The dudes you can't skate with [Chorus: B.DuBB & Mac Miller] Ha, we be laxed with the hoes on our laps, sippin' Cognac When we on, this is how we—this is how we— Matter fact, we some macs where we at with my pack Chillin' back in the 412 Yo, dude wanna know how we do it (How we do it) We be flowin', keep our rhymes movin' fluid (Movin' fluid) And I really can't explain it, it's the way the Lord made it If you haters wanna hate it, you'll get ruined (You'll get ruined) [Outro: Mac Miller] Bitch