Songtext This is what we do von Dru Hill

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Enter the dru

This is 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

[Repeat 1]

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, cuz that's how we do it tonight

[Repeat 1 x2]

[Method Man:]
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, tical 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. 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 ______, 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. Meth if ya nasty

[Repeat 1 x2]

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

[Repeat 1 until fade]

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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

[Repeat 1]

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, cuz that's how we do it tonight

[Repeat 1 x2]

[Method Man:]
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, tical 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. 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 ______, 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. Meth if ya nasty

[Repeat 1 x2]

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

[Repeat 1 until fade]