[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 [bad word] mediocre, but [bad word] 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 [bad word] of a [bad word] Love letters on her locker, I ain't give no [bad word] What other niggas thought about me
Cause I was all about we, me and her 'til I D-I-Made me want to do some [bad word] like carve her name in a tree
Like we was K-I-S-S-I-N-But little did I know she had a dude
With hella money, hella jewels, I was just another [bad word] in school
straight fool, for thinking I was special or different
Lost my respect for the rest of the [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] can have two
Three or four hoes I like the [bad word] brand new
Just [bad word] with me and ill stay [bad word] “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 [bad word] from Nap named Nicole
Nicole used to keep a [bad word] [bad word] 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 was shady
You forgot you didn't wear [bad word] when you laid me
I'm pregnant and it's your baby" [bad word] of a bind, these hoes put me through a [bad word] 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 [bad word] out to LA for Christmas time
And [bad word] 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 [bad word] 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 [bad word] and [bad word] So love you can suck my [bad word]