Down With Webster - Gon' Do It lyrics

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Down With Webster - Gon' Do It lyrics

Chorus How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) Verse 1 So chill, dress to k** I hate it to say it, but I'm so ill Sex appeal, major deal Lemme show you who we do dis here 'Cause I'm [incomprehensible] than a couch potato With a purple napsack full of alligator Get up like an elevator I got the flavour behavior becoming over your friendly neighbourhood town Flier than a helipad, or a pelican Or dem crazy cartoon pink floatin' elephants 'Round here, act your age, less intelligent You smeared out, lost your job, up your gentlemen Kick it to the hood, I'll show you her town bar Kick it to the crib, we call it the Town Hall Sons of b**hes tryin' to get into Town's draws If she lucky, she gonna go down on to- [incomprehensible] when I'm dipped like batter With the moderate fruits on executive meat platters Holla at your boys, when you see me, we gon' do it up [incomprehensible] b**h, you better not screw it up Chorus How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) Verse 2 Girl, let's roll, let's party, no parents It's the parents that you hot (?) You ain't gotta be embarra**ed Yeah, we hookin' up but it don't mean marriage, sh** You know I got more chirp than a parrot And I know that the ponies like carrots But the kid's so nice, I don't even gotta wear it Sub's just blaring, so she hop up in the carriage Roll it up then share it until we spin like fairies Girl, move to the hip hop, hip and [incomprehensible] It's the b**h with the flip-flops, check the wristwatch It's about that time to [incomprehensible] up the [incomprehensible] S to the L'low, make you shake like Jello Yeah, my first name (Cam?), and I'm doing the damn thing You grabbin' the wang-tang, we playing the bang game Gets much brains, they call it the crane bang And I'm sorry if you're lost, you know that my slang change Me and your man, we not in the same lane I come from the same cloth, we ain't in the same vein On the next level, we still on the same plane I'm always switchin' it up while he doing the same thing Chorus How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) How are you gon' do it? (uh, yeah) That's how you gon' do it? (how we do) (Sorry if some of these lines are foolish and incorrect; I judged these lyrics by my hearing, not a lyric booklet or website.)