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This Is What We Do

This song is by Dru Hill and appears on the album Enter The Dru (1998).

Feat. Method Man

Yeah, baby, hey yeah, yeah
And you know, said you know
Said you know, said you know babe, yeah

So you say your ish is it
And you say your ish is hot
You want me to touch your spot
'Cause that's how we do it
Now I watch your earrings jingle
And I watch you work your middle
'Cause your handle bars ain't little
Makes me wanna (Y'all ain't ready) ooh yeah, yeah

[1] - If you wanna dance
If you wanna move
If you wanna dance
Yeah show me what to do
I keep it movin', givin' it to you
'Cause this is what we do
This is what we do, yeah

Said East Side, where you at, yo what the deely
And to my ladies over West can you feel me
Tell me what the deal with the south
And tell me Master P got it all figured out
But if you say you with me, show you with me
You're so pretty, you stay shitty,
Aain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me
Damn right, game tight, 'cause that's how we do it tonight

Method Man:
Who got the best body on the planet
I take advantage, then 'scape like the kissin' bandit
Thieve of hearts
Got these shorties out after dark
We're lady killers
Now blow back apart, raw dealers, tical Dru Hill or
Strange love, seven thirty, I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug
Then skip town like a Casanova brown Missus
You look delicious like a two piece with a biscuit
What's goin' down?
In my mind I'm rippin' your clothes
Playing with your feet girl suckin your toes
Go round with the Ghetto Cyrano', mello,
Romeo, who like his women on the same level
Pay my bills that were due, all accounts settled
Now I'm relaxing like Pa now with Ma Kettle
Baby laughing, earrings in both nipples
Like Janet Jackson, busting out her latest fashion
Or the smashin'
Honey come on over here, a nigga feet cold
Throw them panties over there, you won't need those
You talk like sex
You walk like sex
Ya smell like sex
Ya yell like sex
And all ya want is Mr. Meth, hell of a man
That can sell an Eskimo a fan
I come equipped for any spot that you want hit
Or want licked, when my hit the, ah, shit
I start to think back to hide-and-go-hump
To seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven
Couldn't tell me nothin' then, can't tell me nothin' now
Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style
This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids
Take 'em blind, crippled, or crazy, even toothless
Lastly, if you know me don't ask me
Call me Method, Mr. Meth if ya nasty

If I move it on the left, will it be hot to death
If I move it on the right will you make it last all night (Woody)
If I move it up and down will you make a freaky sound come on
If I move it in and out will it make you scream and shout

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