Dru Hill - Enter The Dru : This What We Do
 

Dru Hill



Enter The Dru



This What We Do





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



Cuz that's how we do it



Now I watch your earrings jingle



And I watch you work your middle



Cuz your handle bars ain't little



Makes me wanna (Y'all ain't ready)







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



Cuz this is what we do



This is what we do, yeah



tekrar







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,



Ain't no shorty over 40 chillin' in the VIP with me



Damn right, game tight, cuz that's how we do it tonight







tekrar







[Method Man]



Yo, yo



Who got the best body on the planet



I take advantage, then skate like the kissin' bandit



Leave of hearts



Got these shorties out after dark



We're lady killers



Now blow back apart, raw dealers, the cat Dru Hill or



Strange love, seven thirty, I'm like Herbie with a Love Bug



Then skip town like a Casanova Brown Mrs.



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 Sarano', 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, I **** be 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. Map, 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 ****, ahh, shit



I start to think back on how I go hump



In seven minutes to heaven at the age of eleven



Couldn't tell me nuthin' then, can't tell me nuthin' now



Honey child, milkin' the cow, lovin' my style



This is what we do kid, me and them Dru kids



Take 'em blind, crimp 'em and crazy, even toothless



Lastly, if you know me don't ask me



Call me Method, Mr. Mack if ya nasty







tekrar







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



Come on