That's How... Lyrics

This is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f***ed up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f***ed upIf you a loud mouth
Trying to wild out
And we see just
How you laying
And we peep your style out
(You a punk)
When you chilling out in
Front of your truck
And get stuckThat's how n****s
Get f***ed upNo love at home
With your in-folks
And the world just keeps
F***ing with your mental

And all these kids making fun
Of your trench coatThat's how students
Get shot upHating on us but
You come to our show
(F*** them n****s)
I crowd surf and you let me go
Oh no
Whip your as* when
I get off the floor
Just so you know thoughThat's how haters get f***ed up
When the police pull you over
And s*** and find ganja
Now every month
They checking on your piss
They getting mad 'cause
You ain't come back since
And now they sweating youThat's how P.O.'s
Get f***ed upWhen your mans hook
You up with a b****
Over the phone
And when you see her
She ugly as s***
(God damn)
Now at the end of the date
She want a kiss
And some dickThat's how blind dates
Get f***ed upSay we got a real crew
With a lot of skill
And only one n**** in our crew
Make the dollar bills
why'all fools just mad 'cause
why'all ain't got a dealLocal rappers talk too much
(Kon Artis:)
You don't like this pain
But you roll with punks
Manage to trip the alarm
And you all get stumped
Cops got AK's
why'all only got pumps
That s***'s just dumbThat's how Cruzzie
Got locked upWhen your as*
want to walk in the club
But 'stead of telling you to wait
The n**** want to
Push and shove (move)
They get trampled from
The n****s you brought
So move overThat's how bouncers
Get f***ed upWhen you get your gunsOutta the stash
And gather all your homies up
To go and shoot up a pad
Soon as you finished
why'all run out of gas
You better haul as*That's how drive-bys get f***ed up
Mixing weed with the brew
Extacy and Kalu,
Gasoline fumes
Nitrous balloons
Acid tablets and magic mushroomsThat's how D-12
Get f***ed upI like your records
But my album ain't dropped
Dr. Dre's my favorite
B**** get off his jock
Got a backstage pa**
And I need to get off
want to meet da-da-da Doc?That's how groupies
Get tossed up(Bizarre:)
Drop outta school
Take drugs and molest sl*ts
Got your girlfriend
Sucking on my left nut
Your parents don't like me,
But guess what (what)'Cause Bizarre don't
Give a f***Chokin' your wife all in
Front of your peeps
She toss a brick through
The window of your Jeep
They back together
By the end of the week
That's so sweetSlim and Kim argue too much
Invite a h*e to your house
While your b**** is out
Now you got the dick
All up in her f***in' mouth
Pull it out
And then you bust off
On her favorite blouseThat's how Clinton got caught? up
Steal cars, wreck bars,
Got f***ed up beyond
Recognition, walk in 50
Clubs like we stars
Our mission every day is
Just to smoke bongs
And f*** b****esThat's how Runyan Ave. is cut
(Swift:)
When your life wasn't raised up right
See your mother coming home
With different n****s every night
And then you run in to
The one you don't like
So get the f*** offThat's how step-dads
Get f***ed upThis is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f***ed up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f***ed upThis is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f***ed up
This is how it happens to you
That's how people
Get f***ed up
Songwriters
Porter, Denaun M / Carlisle, Von M / Johnson, Rufus B / Holton, De Shaun Dupree / Moore, Ondre C / Bass, Jeff / Mathers, Marshall B IiiPublished by
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