That's the Way Lyrics
| Song | That's the Way |
| Artist | DJ Clue? |
| Album | The Professional |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| (mase) | |
| I thought duro was an old man before i met her | |
| Check this out right, this is me m-a dollar sign e (c'mon, c'mon) | |
| Thorough,too throrough, harlem world be the burough | |
| Cool 'da love up above (that's right) | |
| Can't forget my family (who 'dat be) cardan & kfc | |
| Blinky blink & d-r-e | |
| (uh-huh) (uh-huh) | |
| Cluemanati, we like it (uh-huh) | |
| Mase too smooth, call me debonair | |
| Hits every year, so shake your derriere (c'mon) | |
| Cops pull me over, what they don't feel it fair | |
| What a brother, too black, me living here | |
| We don't stare, i don't care, i'm know i'm there | |
| Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire | |
| What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb | |
| And if you get mase strung, that'll be no pre-num | |
| Ever since big died, my whole life changed | |
| I done blew, i'm your boo, it seem quite strange | |
| I get nice things, way out your price range | |
| Half these girls, don't even know my right name | |
| I'm fly rolie, mink made of coyote | |
| Love a ghetto hoe, i know she die fo' me | |
| You got me confused, see cam the freak | |
| Mase never the the ***** to bring sand to the beach | |
| I some that an average hoe's hand couldn't reach | |
| Living in expenses, 20 grand a week | |
| You know me, i be o-t,low-key | |
| Icy roli, smoke a o-z | |
| I'm a baby face *****, without no goatee | |
| And i'm 2.8 and about to blow 3 | |
| (mase) fabulous sport | |
| Chorus: now that's the way (uh-huh, uh-huh), we like it (uh-huh,uh-huh), | |
| That's the way (uh-huh,uh-huh) we like it 3x | |
| (fabolous) | |
| Now you can tell i blew, push the 740 l-i through | |
| Eyes low, from the l-i-q | |
| If you was hot, you'd be going through the cell i do | |
| Give alias to any female, i screw | |
| One running with fabolous,who knew as well as i do | |
| Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew | |
| Before i hit the tens, i'm getting bailed by crew | |
| Be back downtown,bagging chicks at l-i-u | |
| Cause money ain't a thing no more, i use to sling the raw | |
| Now i'm off in spring to tour, in singapore | |
| Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar | |
| Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before | |
| I'm a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo | |
| Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low | |
| And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe | |
| We the *****s that be getting it, and throwing minks on | |
| Cubans to the belly,and still throwing links on | |
| Ya'll cats know me, i be throwing clinks on | |
| And be loving the *****es, we be throwing drinks on | |
| Chorus 3x | |
| (foxy) | |
| Did you know that i, simply got these cats where i want 'em and... | |
| (uh) see the 6 then i want 'em in | |
| It ain't a secret, bet that i slide 'em with something i could freak with | |
| And do that freak *******t | |
| And i'm stepping in hotter, like don dada | |
| Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada | |
| Make you never wanna flash your *******t | |
| Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your *******t | |
| If do find me,then i will crash your *******t | |
| If you think you was a'ight, i will blast your *******t | |
| Ya know me, chick that ride the ***** slowly | |
| Use to be o-t, now i'm 2.3 (uh) | |
| Same ***** that ya'll loving to hate | |
| Be that same chick, that you praying will fake | |
| And i solemnly swear, we'll rep to the death | |
| Ya heard?(uh,uh,uh)***** you think this is? | |
| If you broke, then i be off, do mine, ski off | |
| And, ain't no love, just trying to get my thing off | |
| Unless there's some princesses on the wrist | |
| Or some chrome on the 6, he ain't seeing my *******t | |
| Oh yeah, it's not a game, i do my thing | |
| Scan to a change, cop a platinum range | |
| Chorus 3 x |
| mase | |
| I thought duro was an old man before i met her | |
| Check this out right, this is me ma dollar sign e c' mon, c' mon | |
| Thorough, too throrough, harlem world be the burough | |
| Cool ' da love up above that' s right | |
| Can' t forget my family who ' dat be cardan kfc | |
| Blinky blink dre | |
| uhhuh uhhuh | |
| Cluemanati, we like it uhhuh | |
| Mase too smooth, call me debonair | |
| Hits every year, so shake your derriere c' mon | |
| Cops pull me over, what they don' t feel it fair | |
| What a brother, too black, me living here | |
| We don' t stare, i don' t care, i' m know i' m there | |
| Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire | |
| What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb | |
| And if you get mase strung, that' ll be no prenum | |
| Ever since big died, my whole life changed | |
| I done blew, i' m your boo, it seem quite strange | |
| I get nice things, way out your price range | |
| Half these girls, don' t even know my right name | |
| I' m fly rolie, mink made of coyote | |
| Love a ghetto hoe, i know she die fo' me | |
| You got me confused, see cam the freak | |
| Mase never the the to bring sand to the beach | |
| I some that an average hoe' s hand couldn' t reach | |
| Living in expenses, 20 grand a week | |
| You know me, i be ot, lowkey | |
| Icy roli, smoke a oz | |
| I' m a baby face , without no goatee | |
| And i' m 2. 8 and about to blow 3 | |
| mase fabulous sport | |
| Chorus: now that' s the way uhhuh, uhhuh, we like it uhhuh, uhhuh, | |
| That' s the way uhhuh, uhhuh we like it 3x | |
| fabolous | |
| Now you can tell i blew, push the 740 li through | |
| Eyes low, from the liq | |
| If you was hot, you' d be going through the cell i do | |
| Give alias to any female, i screw | |
| One running with fabolous, who knew as well as i do | |
| Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew | |
| Before i hit the tens, i' m getting bailed by crew | |
| Be back downtown, bagging chicks at liu | |
| Cause money ain' t a thing no more, i use to sling the raw | |
| Now i' m off in spring to tour, in singapore | |
| Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar | |
| Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before | |
| I' m a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo | |
| Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low | |
| And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe | |
| We the s that be getting it, and throwing minks on | |
| Cubans to the belly, and still throwing links on | |
| Ya' ll cats know me, i be throwing clinks on | |
| And be loving the es, we be throwing drinks on | |
| Chorus 3x | |
| foxy | |
| Did you know that i, simply got these cats where i want ' em and... | |
| uh see the 6 then i want ' em in | |
| It ain' t a secret, bet that i slide ' em with something i could freak with | |
| And do that freak t | |
| And i' m stepping in hotter, like don dada | |
| Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada | |
| Make you never wanna flash your t | |
| Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your t | |
| If do find me, then i will crash your t | |
| If you think you was a' ight, i will blast your t | |
| Ya know me, chick that ride the slowly | |
| Use to be ot, now i' m 2. 3 uh | |
| Same that ya' ll loving to hate | |
| Be that same chick, that you praying will fake | |
| And i solemnly swear, we' ll rep to the death | |
| Ya heard? uh, uh, uh you think this is? | |
| If you broke, then i be off, do mine, ski off | |
| And, ain' t no love, just trying to get my thing off | |
| Unless there' s some princesses on the wrist | |
| Or some chrome on the 6, he ain' t seeing my t | |
| Oh yeah, it' s not a game, i do my thing | |
| Scan to a change, cop a platinum range | |
| Chorus 3 x |
| mase | |
| I thought duro was an old man before i met her | |
| Check this out right, this is me ma dollar sign e c' mon, c' mon | |
| Thorough, too throrough, harlem world be the burough | |
| Cool ' da love up above that' s right | |
| Can' t forget my family who ' dat be cardan kfc | |
| Blinky blink dre | |
| uhhuh uhhuh | |
| Cluemanati, we like it uhhuh | |
| Mase too smooth, call me debonair | |
| Hits every year, so shake your derriere c' mon | |
| Cops pull me over, what they don' t feel it fair | |
| What a brother, too black, me living here | |
| We don' t stare, i don' t care, i' m know i' m there | |
| Twenty years old and about to be a millionaire | |
| What you think, cause mase be young, mase be dumb | |
| And if you get mase strung, that' ll be no prenum | |
| Ever since big died, my whole life changed | |
| I done blew, i' m your boo, it seem quite strange | |
| I get nice things, way out your price range | |
| Half these girls, don' t even know my right name | |
| I' m fly rolie, mink made of coyote | |
| Love a ghetto hoe, i know she die fo' me | |
| You got me confused, see cam the freak | |
| Mase never the the to bring sand to the beach | |
| I some that an average hoe' s hand couldn' t reach | |
| Living in expenses, 20 grand a week | |
| You know me, i be ot, lowkey | |
| Icy roli, smoke a oz | |
| I' m a baby face , without no goatee | |
| And i' m 2. 8 and about to blow 3 | |
| mase fabulous sport | |
| Chorus: now that' s the way uhhuh, uhhuh, we like it uhhuh, uhhuh, | |
| That' s the way uhhuh, uhhuh we like it 3x | |
| fabolous | |
| Now you can tell i blew, push the 740 li through | |
| Eyes low, from the liq | |
| If you was hot, you' d be going through the cell i do | |
| Give alias to any female, i screw | |
| One running with fabolous, who knew as well as i do | |
| Every fed in the country wanna nail my crew | |
| Before i hit the tens, i' m getting bailed by crew | |
| Be back downtown, bagging chicks at liu | |
| Cause money ain' t a thing no more, i use to sling the raw | |
| Now i' m off in spring to tour, in singapore | |
| Might catch me getting head from a bilingual hoar | |
| Who never seen so many diamonds in her ring before | |
| I' m a boasting fly bro, soon to lay on a coast of cairo | |
| Roast the hydro, type of cat you would say, is supposed to lie low | |
| And v two shades with the toast and the tahoe | |
| We the s that be getting it, and throwing minks on | |
| Cubans to the belly, and still throwing links on | |
| Ya' ll cats know me, i be throwing clinks on | |
| And be loving the es, we be throwing drinks on | |
| Chorus 3x | |
| foxy | |
| Did you know that i, simply got these cats where i want ' em and... | |
| uh see the 6 then i want ' em in | |
| It ain' t a secret, bet that i slide ' em with something i could freak with | |
| And do that freak t | |
| And i' m stepping in hotter, like don dada | |
| Snatch my prada, ya hoes done done nada | |
| Make you never wanna flash your t | |
| Like when you see my crew you wanna stash your t | |
| If do find me, then i will crash your t | |
| If you think you was a' ight, i will blast your t | |
| Ya know me, chick that ride the slowly | |
| Use to be ot, now i' m 2. 3 uh | |
| Same that ya' ll loving to hate | |
| Be that same chick, that you praying will fake | |
| And i solemnly swear, we' ll rep to the death | |
| Ya heard? uh, uh, uh you think this is? | |
| If you broke, then i be off, do mine, ski off | |
| And, ain' t no love, just trying to get my thing off | |
| Unless there' s some princesses on the wrist | |
| Or some chrome on the 6, he ain' t seeing my t | |
| Oh yeah, it' s not a game, i do my thing | |
| Scan to a change, cop a platinum range | |
| Chorus 3 x |
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