What We Do Mac Dre (Ft. Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg, Dubee, Mac Mall & PSD Tha Drivah)

[Intro]
Ayy, check this out, right, who we got in here, cuddie?
We got the Romper motherfuckin' Room in this motherfucker
Crew Thang and the Five-Trey-Fizzive
Strictly SES, straight from the motherfuckin' Crest
That's right. Mac motherfuckin' Dre is in this
Coolio, you know, Da' Unda' Dogg
That's right. Mac motherfuckin' Mall
And the Sugawolf Pizzimp
Not the pimp — what about PSD a/k/a Stevie D, bitch
Oh, y'all didn't know?
This is what we do...

[Verse 1: Coolio Da' Unda' Dogg]
My lyrical flow got me dwellin' up on the past
Servin' 'em on that ass, gettin' my cash, comin' up fast
And'll blast you in a minute, drama, quick to jump up in it
So end it 'fore you begin it 'cause I'm down to represent it
And'll send you higher than your Messiah once I open fire
At your own desire I'll flat you like a tire
Wire me a kite if you full of fright, that electric sight
Ain't no joke, niggas be comin' up short thinkin' they gonna fight
Talkin' about that weed, servin' 'em sacks of indo — what you need?
All of my homies keyed, niggas free from the life of greed
Twisted up on the mixes, won't you fix us niggas somethin' to drank
Can't get enough dizank up out the bizank, got fill up my tank
Bitches be wantin' my riches and they bitches, man, be jockin' my switches
Pullin' around my riches which is cool
Because I get 'em, and then I hit 'em
You see this what we do when we doin' what we do