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Mac Miller - How We Do Lyrics

[Intro: B.DuBB]
Yeah
We in this
This goes out to everybody in the east end of Pittsburgh city (4-1-2)
Yeah, I thought we already told 'em, man, haha
Well, let’s show 'em how we do (Just let me zone out real quick)
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 you 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 & Easy Mac]
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: Easy Mac]
And listen clearly, I'll pronunciate
Beat the pussy up, so the cunts'll hate
Gots too orderly, don't order me, the nuns are fake
I kill authority, 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, guy you can't rhyme with
I rip it first, then I leave your ass rhyme-less
Cop nine bricks, 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 dude you can't skate with
[Chorus: B.DuBB & Easy Mac]
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: Easy Mac]
Bitch