Do My Thing - Lyrics - Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes - Busta Rhymes

Title: Do My Thing
Album: Total Devestation: The Best Of Busta Rhymes
Artist: Busta Rhymes
Composer(s): Busta (Trevor Smi Rhymes, George Spivey

Lyric:
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Yes yes y'all)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Busta Rhymes in the place to be)
(In the place to be)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Hah, Flipmode is the place to be, in the place to be)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby

(Hah, party people it's me, let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, let me do my thing)
Baby, let me do my thing baby
(Baby doll follow me baby)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, just, check me out now)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby

Open up your door, let me on in
I just be wonderin' if I could do my thing baby
Y'all think fast, before I get, all in your ass
Bend your frame like Plexiglass

You motherfuckers, be actin' like you, don't know the half
You and your whole staff, make me laugh
Hah-hah-hah, hoh, y'all, you need to sing my song
With your similar features like Olivia Newton-John

Damn, ohh, I make the whole place warm, then
Hit you with some shit that make you niggaz look deformed
Now, stay tuned to every Busta Rhymes, coming soon
I will King Kong on niggaz like guerrilla monsoon, soon

Whoah, what seems to be the whole analysis?
Busta Rhymes just be rippin' shit, type miraculous
Bang you on your head so hard, shit be formin' callouses
Let me get this loot so we can move up in these palaces

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Word is bond)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Flipmode is the Squad, let us do our thing)

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let us do our thing, hah)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Yes yes baby, Busta Rhymes)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing)
Baby, let me do my thing baby
(Let let let me do my thing, hah)

When I step in the place you should keep your mouth closed
Take your fat finger out your nose
You should just pay attention, and watch how I wild on records
Make you sing, "The Lord is my shepherd"

In the process I do away with all nonsense
Hit you with magic like my name was Pocahontas
The dread, gon' make you party 'til you dead
Niggaz quick to talk shit oops! Upside your head

Put your head to bed let me do my thing Nuff said
Shit so hot make your chicken head do the spread
Tell me what you said, I said I never leave you misled
While you bullshit, I'd rather get the Lucci instead

Hah-huh-hah-hee-hah! Flip until you fall
Whylin' in your whip, 'til you crash into a brick wall
Through the nine-six, I be that nigga that be priceless
Always blowin' up your spot, bringin' more surprises

You, you know you really need to come clean
Let me do my thing, don't you even try to intervene
I will endanger your species like an ostrich
Hold you hostage, and crazy feed you swine sausage

Hah! I be the number one chosen just to keep you open
Chill with your thoughts I got your brain frozen
Pay the prices made the needed sacrifices
To present the grand opening of Flipmode Enterprises

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Hah hah, hahahh)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Whohh, let me do my thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing, please)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let me do my thing Flipmode is the Squad y'all)

Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Let us do our thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Please, let us do our thing)
Watch me get down and just do my thing baby
(Oh yes it's me, yes it's the Squad)
Let me do my thing baby
(Flipmode, we gon' do our thing)

Let me do my thing for nine-five, nine-six, suck dick
(Let me get down, do my thing)
Yes I got the bag full of brand new tricks
(Let me get down, do my thing)
Dead in the face, yes I'm gon' hit you with hits
(Let me get down, do my thing)
Oh my God, me and my niggaz
(Let me get down, do my thing)

Let me get down, do my thing
Let me get down, do my thing
Let me get down, do my thing

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Pump It Up (Remix) - Lyrics - Joe Budden

Title: Pump It Up (Remix)
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): George Brown, Joseph Anthony Budden, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald D. Bell, Dennis Ronald Thomas, Richard Westfield, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Pump p-pump pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
Pump p-pump pump p-pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
(Just blaze)
Pump p-pump pump it up
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
'Til you gotta hurt back

Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jerse back, yeah we bad huh
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma, if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut uhh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie I been plottin' to get
You can hop in the whip
And we go
Pump p-pump pump it up

O K, we was leaving, we was done
Then she said,"Can my people's come?"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own

My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
Uuh, uuh, uuh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Y'all dudes keep talking 'bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross world find cubic
Ma, I wanna fall in love like I'm Cupid
Telling me she don't give brain, like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Get it, don't think about it
The game is bad playa, ain't it bad playa?
Don't worry, Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa

Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1man gang I'm back playa
Look, want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my, huh, won't jump off
When all the streets need is j-jump off
J-jump j-jump off

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up, nigga

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Pump It Up - Lyrics - Joe Budden - Joe Budden

Title: Pump It Up
Album: Joe Budden
Artist: Joe Budden
Composer(s): George Brown, Joseph Anthony Budden, Robert Spike Mickens, Claydes Smith, Robert Bell, Ronald D. Bell, Dennis Ronald Thomas, Richard Westfield, Justin Smith

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Lyric:
Pump p-pump pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
Pump p-pump pump p-pump p-pump
Pump p-pump pump it up
(Just blaze)
Pump p-pump pump it up
We gon' do it like
(Uuh, uuh, uuh)

Look, pump it up if you came to get it krunk
With a dame and shit that's drunk
You came to get it on, more than 5 O's in your bank
Then get it on, roll up like that stank
And get it on, slank that fitted on
Came to get it on
Hold up she want work that twork that
Then again let me hurt that murk that
'Til you gotta hurt back

Can't spit it out, boo you gotta slurp that
Can't cuddle after we done, it wasn't worth that
Joey I'm responsible for bringin' Jerse back, yeah we bad huh
She at the bar stylin' she throwing it up
She drink a little hypno, throwing it up
But I'm only dealing with freaks that wanna cut
Ma, if you agree I want nut
Camcorder, get it played late night on BET Uncut uhh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

I see some haters grilling
I see some ladies chilling
I see dat girlie I been plottin' to get
You can hop in the whip
And we go
Pump p-pump pump it up

O K, we was leaving, we was done
Then she said,"Can my people's come?"
Here we go I see it don't stop
They wanna ride in something were the rims don't stop
Look baby you fine, but your girlfriends not
And then she wanna hold out getting cute on the phone
I ain't gotta be bothered, be cute on your own

My jump off doesn't run off at the mouth so much
My jump off never ask why I go out so much
My jump off never has me going out of my way
And she don't want nothing on Valentines Day
My jump off don't argue or get rebellious
And she don't mind hanging out wit da fellas
My jump off's not insecure or jealous
Uuh, uuh, uuh

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Y'all dudes keep talking 'bout your ice and all the shine to it
That's alright go cross world find cubic
Ma, I wanna fall in love like I'm Cupid
Telling me she don't give brain, like I'm stupid
You can do anything if you put your mind to it
Get it, don't think about it
The game is bad playa, ain't it bad playa?
Don't worry, Joey'll change it back playa
Might of heard me spittin' wit Cain and Fab playa
I got the set boards to bring it back playa

Bang and clap playa
Front man no longer playin' the back playa
Plain as that playa
808's pumpin' bang the track playa
Want my 2nd wind change the rap playa
Jump off 1man gang I'm back playa
Look, want you want bump double click pump
Ride, ride swamp dump off homie jump off
All these haters on my, huh, won't jump off
When all the streets need is j-jump off
J-jump j-jump off

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up

Fellas, do your thing let me do my thang
I mean, do your thing let me do my thang
Shorties, move that thing, mami move that thing
C'mon, move that thing, mami move that thing
Hustlers, do your thing, let me do my thang
Please tell the D J, pump p-pump pump it up, nigga

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Do The Damn Thang - Lyrics - Shake A Lil' Somethin' - 2 Live Crew

Title: Do The Damn Thang
Album: Shake A Lil' Somethin'
Artist: 2 Live Crew
Composer(s): Mark Ross, Christopher Wong Won, David Hobbs

Lyric:
Let?s get it on
I?m open real wide

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I?m a bad motherfucker bringin? hoes to their knees
Fresh kid ice, long dick Chinese
Always on a mission ?cause I like to fuck
The way I hit the pussy is in the buck

Strokin? up and down, always takin? my time
Doin? it all till I make you mine
I rub your body with motion lotion
Lick you down like waves in the ocean

Do it till you?re satisfied
Have you moan even though you?re tired
I?ve fucked many bitches across the land
And no one slangs dick like the Chinamen

You ain?t been fucked ?cause your pussy?s froze
Many are called but few are chose
Bust them guts like it ain?t no thing
So bitch stop frontin?, let?s do the damn thing

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

Bitch, do you wanna swing with me?
Sex is the best with Brother Marquis
All hoes let my record show
All my bitches come back for more

It must be the way I throw my thing
It must be the way I spit my game
Look ?em in they eye, tell a quick lie
Kiss ?em and they cry, I don?t know why

Game so strong, yet so convincin?
Give me a minute, I?m up in it
Talk ?em out they draws real cool
Bitch, give it up smooth, you know the rules

True love ain?t so hard to find
It?s right between your legs and mine
None of my bitches, they never complain
They like the way I do the damn thing

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I love it when a bitch be like proper
A hooche with a coochie that?ll let me pop her
The blac vagina finda once
I?m inside I must remind her

Pussy?s deception, dick?s a weapon
After I fuck, I?m steppin?
Damn right, ain?t nothin? changed
That?s the way I do my thing

Let me do it like nothin? before
I don?t need a friend, I need a whore
I need a bitch who?ll fuck all night
Take plenty of dick, and the pussy?s right

She?ll keep me goin? till she gets me off
And bring me up, when I?m soft
Let?s get together ?cause it ain?t no thing
You and me, baby, doin? the damn thing

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

Do the damn thing
Hey, I?m doin? it, baby
Now rub the damn thing
Damn right, I?m rubbin? it, baby

Kiss the damn thing
Mmm, kissin? it, baby
Now do the damn thing
Then turn around, baby

Uhh, uhh
Now throw the damn thing
Throw, throw it
Throw, the damn thing, baby

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)
I wanna do the damn thing
(Then do the damn thing)

Come on girl, do, do it
Do, the damn thing, baby
Come on girl, do, do it
Do, the damn thing, baby

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Do Your Thing - Lyrics - Rooty - Basement Jaxx

Title: Do Your Thing
Album: Rooty
Artist: Basement Jaxx
Composer(s): Richard Mitchell, Simon Ratcliffe, Felix Buxton

Lyric:
I don't need no TV, I don't need no news
All I need is a bumping beat, to bump away my blues
I don't give a damn what the people say
I'm gonna do it my way, gonna do it my way

Boom, boom, boom, a bang, bang, bang
I gotta let it all out, do my thing
Boom, boom, boom, and a bang, bang, bang
Boom, bang, boom, bang, bang
Boom, bang, boom, bang, bang

Do your thing, do your thing
Make my body swing
Do your thing, do your thing
Your thing, my thing, oh, oh, oh, oh

Shut up your mouth, you're in a fatal tizz
Free the mayhem in your mind, release the need inside of you
You're going to suffer, because the crowd's so far
Do your thing, do your thing

Boom, boom, boom, a bang, bang, bang
I gotta let it all out, do my thing
Boom, boom, boom, and a bang, bang, bang
Boom, bang, boom, bang, bang
Boom, bang, boom, bang, bang

Do your thing , do your thing
Make my body swing
Do your thing, do your thing
Your thing, my thing, oh, oh, oh, oh

And a boom, boom, boom, and a bang, bang, bang
Boom, bang, boom, bang, bang
And a boom, boom, boom, and a bang, bang, bang
Do your thing, do your thing

And a boom, boom, boom, and a bang, bang, bang
Boom, bang, boom, bang, bang
And a boom, boom, boom, and a bang, bang, bang
Do your thing, do your thing

Do your thing, do your thing
Do your thing, make my body swing
Do your thing, do your thing,
Do your thing, your thing, my thing, oh, oh, oh, oh

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Take A Picture - Lyrics - One Man Band Man - Swizz Beatz

Title: Take A Picture
Album: One Man Band Man
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Edward G. Fletcher, Skip Scarborough, Sylvia Robinson, William Harrison Withers, Carol W. Chase, Melvin Glover, Kasseem Dean

Lyric:
Say cheese

Right now I need y'all to get your cameras out
So y'all can get a good picture of what young money look like
Or young hustlers or a young entrepreneur look like
Or a young nigga on the grind look like
So I need y'all to get your cameras out, right now

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Wake up in the mornin? and my chef cooked me breakfast
Then brush ma teeth, then I put on my necklace
Didn't think about what car to ride
Is it Phana or the, the Lamgocha?

I got got stuff for you haters, I make my paper you haters
When I see you in the street, I don't speak to you haters
So you never thought you'd see a young fly nigga ball
You see me on top, see me rollin?, see me fall

It's like a jungle sometimes, it make me wonder
How I keep from goin? under when I rock with ten summers
And I still get my numbers and I still stay humble
I got niggas like, ?Damn, dog, how he do that??

I'm on that music, big homie, I got my UNS, big homie
And he ain?t your nigga, so what can you do to me, big homie?
And I'm cool rite now, if I stop rite now
Oh, and I can raise 5 mill? a day rite now

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Now, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

I told ya I'm thinkin? of my master plan
'Cause ain't nuthin' but money inside my hand
I ain't talkin' 'bout a measly 100 grand
Talkin' 'bout big money, get that paper, man

Picture me rollin' in ma ?64, flyin' in my G5
Landin? in the sand, put my feet up in the sand
Grindin' all the time, makin' money while I can
It's a Kodak moment, take a picture while you can

Yes, you can, can, a can, can take a picture with your friend, friends
Even though I missed my flinger goin? to France, man
I gotta stop and show love to all my fans, man
They never pictured they'd see me

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Now what I need everybody to do right now
Is to get your cameras out
Either your camera phone or your Sony
Or whatever you gonna do

And I'ma pose so you can get a snap, snap
Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap
Get a, get a snap, snap, get a, get a snap, snap
Get, get a snap, snap
I'ma pose so you can get, get a snap, snap

Take ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Get ya cameras out, get your flash right
Now I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Let me pose so you can picture me doin? my thing
Man, I'ma pose so you can picture me doin? my thing

Cheese, say cheese
Say cheese, say cheese
Say cheese, say cheese

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Do It Again - Lyrics - We Are the Night - Chemical Brothers

Title: Do It Again
Album: We Are the Night
Artist: Chemical Brothers
Composer(s): Ali Love, Thomas Owen Rowlands, Edmund John Simons

Lyric:
Oh, yeah, aha

Let's turn this thing electric
Let's turn this thing electric
Let's turn this thing electric
Let's turn this thing electric

Let's turn this thing electric
Let's turn this thing electric
Let's turn this thing electric
Let's turn this thing electric

Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Oh, my God, what have I done?
(Do it again)
All I wanted was a little fun
(Do it again)

Got a brain like bubble gum
(Do it again)
Blowing up my cranium
(Do it again)

Oh, my God, what have I done?
(Do it again)
All I wanted was a little fun
(Do it again)

Got a brain like bubble gum
(Do it again)
Blowing up my cranium
(Do it again)

Oh, yeah, aha
Oh, yeah, aha

Oh, my God, what have I done?
(Do it again)
All I wanted was a little fun
(Do it again)

Got a brain like bubble gum
(Do it again)
Blowing up my cranium
(Do it again)

Oh, my God, what have I done?
(Do it again)
All I wanted was a little fun
(Do it again)

Got a brain like bubble gum
(Do it again)
Blowing up my cranium
(Do it again)

Turn off my robotic brain
All my thoughts are all the same, all insane

Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Paint my face and bang my drum
Throw my bone up to the sun
Bang my drum and paint my face
Pump my cave to hyperspace

Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Do it again
Do it again
Do it again
Do it again

Oh, my God, what have I done?
(Do it again)
All I wanted was a little fun
(Do it again)

Got a brain like bubble gum
(Do it again)
Blowing up my cranium

Turn off my robotic brain
All my thoughts are all the same, all insane

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I'Ma Bang - Lyrics - The Great Depression - Dmx

Title: I'Ma Bang
Album: The Great Depression
Artist: Dmx
Composer(s): Earl Simmons, J Smith

Lyric:
Let's knock it out that's all, oh we gon' do it
Now get the fuck out put it down
But it gotta bang
It has to bang ya know?

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I speak for the meek and the lonely, weak and the hungry
Speak for the part of the street that keep it ugly
And niggaz couldn't wear my shoes
'Cause the places that I walk, most catz couldn't bear my dues

Or pay the tolls of the roads I done kept on, crept on
Walk 'til I got tired then curled up and slept on
My journey has earned me the right to reach
I burned so I earned the right to teach, what to eat

What niggaz been gettin' fed is pork
What you niggaz been gettin' fed, shouldn't be even on your fork
Let's talk, about this, and about that
Yeah, we like this or we can do it out back

Keep the bullshit for the rodeo
'Cause on the real, you cocksuckers don't know me yo
Hit you wit' something for frontin' that'll end your life
Then hit your crib and bend your wife

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

It upsets me to see niggaz that's flossin' too much
Wearin' shit that's costin' too much, how often I touch
I like to break fake niggaz, rape snake niggaz
I take weight nigga, you fake hate nigga

And niggaz and ain't got the balls to say to my face
What you think behind my back suck my dick, how's about that?
Loose lifts is loose clips and crews hit
I run with niggaz from Israel to hijack crew ships

Watch the news at 6, that's how I'm gettin' down
Feds lookin' for the dog, oh that nigga outta town
This is a grown-up game, thinkin' 'cause you got a blown-up name
You won't get a blown-up frame

I ain't playin' wit' you niggaz no more, them are old
I be layin' when you hit the door, you hit it cold
Be like oh no, see what I'm sayin'
I told Money to stop playin', now he layin', we prayin'

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

Oh my God yeah niggaz done lost yo mind
Toss the nine, this nigga done cross the line
Disrespectful shit will get you hit, bitch
Fuck who you with, you niggaz get what you get

Five to the spine, ride now niggaz is dyin'
Money pulled out he was trying, yet to slow wit the iron
Nuttin' but gun firing, blap blap blap blap
Cocksucka where it at

Open up your back now I can see through your stomach
Told stupid muthafucka to stop runnin', or run in
To a buck shot, can't duck off shot
It's that click click boom you outta luck shot

Now don't fall to pieces on me, because the piece is on me
He thought the leash was on me, but dog the streets are hungry
And I'ma feed 'em every time I sing, do my thing
Dog gon' bang, bang, bang

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

I'ma bang, hit the block pitchin' slang
Bang, hit the rock spit the game
Bang, get the glock spit the flame
Do my motherfuckin' thing

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Thing - Lyrics - Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities - Matthew Sweet

Title: Thing
Album: Soundtrack Exclusives & Rarities
Artist: Matthew Sweet
Composer(s): Matthew Sweet

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Lyric:
You're my thing, give you something to hide
Working it's way to the side
Taking me, taking me, taking me
Taking it down on you

You're my thing watch me fall over you
Through the eyes in the bottom of shoes
Making me feel so small, making me
Making me feel so small

I have had it with you
And I've got bigger things to do
Than to keep on crossing your line
Just so fine, can't get you off my mind

You're my thing
(You're my thing)
You're my thing
(You're my thing)

You're my thing starts with the way that she walked
She never listens to me when I talk
Tapping me on the shoulder trying to create a monster
Just so I can hold it

I have had it with you
And I've got bigger things to do
Than to keep on crossing your line
Just so fine, can't get you off my mind

You're my thing
(You're my thing)
You're my thing
(You're my thing)

You're my thing watch me fall over you
Through the eyes in the bottom of shoes
Making me feel so small, making me
Making me feel so small

And I have had it with you
And I've got bigger things to do
Than to keep on crossing your line
Just so fine, can't get you off my mind

You're my thing
(You're my thing)
You're my thing
(You're my thing)

You're my thing
(You're my thing)
You're my thing
(You're my thing)

You're my thing

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It'S My Thing - Lyrics - Epmd

Title: It'S My Thing
Artist: Epmd
Composer(s): Kenneth Ifill, Erick Sermon, Tyrone Thomas, Parrish Smith, Keith Murray, Ernesto Shaw, Reggie Noble

Lyric:
It's my thing
And the stadium is packed
There's a large crowd out there today
Let's hear them play

You out there? Louder
It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing

MC's out there, you better stand clear
EPMD is a world premier
From New York straight talk, America's best
Cold wild Long Island, is where we rest

(You out there? Louder)
Style of the rap, makes your hands clap
Take care of myself because the lines are strapped
Day mean business, no time for play

If you bite a line, we'll roll your way
(You out there? Louder)
The more you bite, your body gets hot
Don't get too close, because you might get shot

Gnawin' at my rhyme like a poisonous rat
Don't play dumbo, you're smarter than that

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

The rhythmatic style, keeps the rhyme flowin'
Good friends already bitin', without you knowin'
(You out there? Louder)
Can't understand, why your body's gettin' weaker

Then you realize, it's the voice from the speaker
The mind become delirious, situation serious
Don't get ill, go and get curious
(It's my thing)

Nuff about that, let's get on to somethin' better
And if gets warm, take off the hot sweater
And if you want some water, I'll get you a cup
And if you don't want it, then burn the hell up

(You out there? Louder)
I'm tellin' you now boy, you ain't jack
Talkin, much junk like Mr. T at your back
But he's not, so don't act cute
'Cause if you do you in hot pursuits

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It's my thing
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

As the song goes on you will notice a change
The way I throw down, the way I say my name
(You out there? Louder)
The mic that I'm packin', is flame resistant

So MC be cool, and keep your distance
When I walk into the party girls are screamin' at me
I park my mic and my hoes and then I yell freeze
Music please, it's my thing

Ah where was I? Oh yes
Say a def rhyme then I plumb the rest
(You out there? louder)
Everytime I rock a rhyme, I can tell that you like it
Emotion is strong, like the mind of a psychic

The mind is weary floatin' like a dove
Sweatin' a thing like if you was makin' love
Control the crowd, so they can accept it
Total concentration is the perfect method

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

The wack, I subtract, the strong I attack
The ones who grab the mic and freeze, I throw it back
(You out there? Louder)
I perfect and eject, make MC's sweat

Take 'em off on the mic then I tell em step
Not waiting or debating, 'cause MC's keep hating
Play me too close, like two dogs mating
It's my thing

(You out there?)
Now let's get on with the rest of the lesson
Don't really like it when suckers start messin'
Tryin' to make a scene, talkin' very loud

Talkin' much junk to attract a crowd
(You out there? Louder)
You say you wanna battle, your first mistake
You get quiet and stuff, like you was at a wake

In the beginnin', you knew you wasn't winnin'
Now you feel ashamed, your head starts bendin'
Kinda upset boy I understand
You lost again I won, god damn

It's my thing, it's my thing
You out there? Louder
It, it, it's my, it, it, it's my thing

My funky fresh lyrics, put you in the spirit
I speak a little louder for you suckers can't hear it
(You out there? Louder)
The rhymes I designed, are right on time
And at the crowd on my mic, flash a danger sign

'Cause I'm the Thriller of Manilla, MC cold killer
Drink Budweiser, can not stand Miller
MC's cold clockin' 'til the party's through
Then they tap me on my shoulder and say, this bud's for you
It's my thing

(You out there? Louder)
To be a real MC, you can't be obedient
To be smooth is the main ingredient
You have to be silky like a Milky Way

To be able to make it work, you rest and play
(You out there? Louder)
I control the pace of the rate the rhymes blowin'
Hydraulically jacked, is the way they're flowin'

Slow yes, just like they're awed
The comparison is wave like the motion of water, smooth

It's my thing
You out there? Louder
It it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

While the record is spinnin', got your fly girlie grinnin'
MD is on the mic, you know I'm only beginnin'
(You out there? louder)
Rhymes fresher than fresh, never heard me fess

Scored 110, on my MC test
My rhymes are strong than Tyson, hold a MC license
When I grab the mic, MC's get frightened

(You out there? Louder)
I'm dangerous, I'm here to crush some bones
Lounge homeboy you in the danger zone
(It's my thing)
What I mean by lounge, I don't mean bitin, huh

You mess around and we'll be fightin'
It's alright if you bite, but don't recite
Because the rhymes are mine, and that ain't right
(You out there? Louder)
But until just chill to the next episode
Donald J, yo, release the code

It's my thing, it's my thing
It's my thing,You out there
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

It's my thing
It's my thing, it's my thing
(You out there? louder)
It, it, it, it, it, it, it, it's my thing

La, la, loud, la, loud, la, lauder
It's my thing, you out there? Louder
It's my thing out there?
Ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya, ya you out there?

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No Doubt - Lyrics - Das Efx

Title: No Doubt
Artist: Das Efx
Composer(s): Derek Lynch, Andre Weston, Willie Hines, L Starling, Jamal Grinnage, Christopher Charity, Eric Murry

Lyric:
Kick ass, nigga, come on
Yeah, yeah, Hit Squad Firing Squad
Nine, eight, shit

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

It's Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

Another new year I got my crew here, let's get it on
Miggity make money, money, yo, son, I got the bomb
See me swervan, through the urban
Black Suburban, puffing urban, wiggity wild and drinking bourbon

See I'm learnin', while I'm earnin'
Rapidly firin', like that shit that the Ku Klux be burnin'
Who wanna get stuck up or get fucked the fuck up?
Blucka, blucka blowe, bitch, nigga your lucks up

Yo, I'm about to pull the plug out, thug out, but rub out
Head for my car, get blazed, turn the whole club out
Shit I set it for real when I bug out
My trey mark making it possible for paramedics to pull the plug out

Yo, we just seep underground to be dug out
We represent the Ruffhouse
Keep one and a half, even while I'm banned at the thug house
Now your facing a one of a kind dude
Undefined dude, top of the line dude

Aiyyo, we giggity getting bug in here
All my people up in here, it's rough in here
Bullets figgity flying every fucking where
It's unfucking faitiggity tear cats out the frame
Diggity Das, Billy Danz, Teflon and Lil Fame

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

Say hello to the bad guy, excuse me as I grab my N U Ts
No need to ask why, we blow the spot up
Hit 'em with the uncut raw
Could be somewhat more advance with the product

You dealing with sacrifice, real hardcore
All the love for these thugs that I'm willing to die for
First family style, its deep, you catch us on these beats
But we should never be disconnected from these streets

See my higgity hard times that bring forth these higgity hard rhymes
Hard crimes, leave 'em hospitalized with scar lines
Figgity far rhymes, my squad shines, it's turn to eat again
Motivated by cats who would never see the street again

See him in the next life 'cause that's where were gon' meet again
And if it goes down then you gon' bleed again
Any ground I roam, I stand on it
Keep a llama with eight shots and my hand on it

Yeah, so let's expand on it, put my mans on it
Its the shit that make flies wanna land on it
The Higgity Hit Squad and Firing Squad
We billin', ya, killin' ya, figgity feelin' ya till the next millennial

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing
No doubt, no doubt
Do your thing, do your thing

Diggy Das M.O.P.
And that nigga Teflon
Let's get it on what, what
Let's get it on yeah, yeah

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Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing - Lyrics - Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories - Swizz Beatz

Title: Let Me See Ya Do Your Thing
Album: Presents G.H.E.T.T.O Stories
Artist: Swizz Beatz
Composer(s): Kareem Bagley, Kasseem Dean, Bryan Williams, James Anderson

Lyric:
Uh huh
(Off the top)
Cash Money, Hot Boys
(All to me nigga)
You understand
Say, Swizz, give it all to me, don't hold it back
I want it, give it all, hit me in the chest wit it nigga

I got work, bricks, money, pistols
Hoes have bitch ass niggas runnin' with 'em
Paid money, hard rocks, cheap digits, hard blocks
It's llello cola, heroin and boulders
Stunna Corleone, nigga I told ya this Mack dimes, doin' time

Uptown riders everybody been dinin'
It's third wall nothin' but these uptown souljas
N-Y G's, the barrel high rolla'
It's Swizz and Stunna in a Ram stuntin'
(Wassup)

20 inches, nothin' under
(Wassup)
It's glocks and bitches we been killin' snitches
(Oh)
Work? Fuck the Feds, nigga we livin'
(Oww)
Yo, ask me twice I ain't neva been nice
Always been a gangsta poppin' willas don't bite

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

I got the MJ 220 on the streets of Atlanta
Wit the 360 Modena parked diamond Savanna
Life's too short, so a nigga stretch the Porsche
And put the big screen in it
It's like a nigga at the movies, when he sittin' in it

Picture seems so vivid the windows all tinted
Marble flo's in it, I got doe like Bill when the chip was invented
So it's, no thing for me to pull a few strings to
Get a, few things that cost a few G's
You ain't passed it down to me, so it has to be

Way it be, as you see I'm tryin' to find me a place in the hills
Put a blighty in the backyard and move right back to the ville
I'm a always be where it's real
(Nigga)
And chill where the caps get peeled and niggas get killed
(What)
Till I die I'm a live till I can't no more
Sell crack and bust guns till I'm at the morgue
(What's up?)

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

I'm real, I'm steel, I'm hard to kill
Been packin' bullets, shoot out at will
Stunna Corleone, sellin' heroine
Uptown make this mine, stemmies get grown

Casey Brice, ten the price
Kill that nigga I'll shife his life
It's Fresh, Stunna, Weezy, Turk
Swizz, Jada, DMX, let work

Bitch, nigga, I hate them niggas
All I fuck wit is these real ass niggas
It's Ruff-Ryder, Cash Money
D give me the name, I'll bust a hundred

It's Rolex, hoe don't flex
I'm worth 200 mil, bitch what's next?
It's full surface, Swizz that's next
Nigga act up, we breakin' they neck

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ballin'
Let me see you do ya thing yo, if ya ridin'
(Let me see you do ya thing)
Oh no, where's the bitches?
Let me see you do ya thing yo, where's my niggas?

Let me see you do ya thing yo, buy the bar
(C'mon)
Let me see you do ya thing gon' floss ya shit
(Let me see you do ya thing)
C'mon, rep ya hood
Let me see you do ya thing

Whoa, whoa
Break it out, whoodi

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Do Ya Thing [Remix] - Lyrics - Killa Season - Cam'Ron

Title: Do Ya Thing [Remix]
Album: Killa Season
Artist: Cam'Ron
Composer(s): Cam'Ron Giles, Charles Stepney, Maurice White, Verdine Adams White, Ryan Presson

Lyric:
This is a remix
Dipset, Killa Cam, duke da God

I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team

Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene

And you're not from the regime and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam

And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it

Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it

More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa

Yes, honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice

And yeah, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play

Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples, hey
Juelz got the whistle
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K

And this is the chronicles of Killa
And don't smoke 'cuz the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa

Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it

Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it

More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa

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Do Your Own Thing - Lyrics - Cheetah Girls

Title: Do Your Own Thing
Artist: Cheetah Girls
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Symone Raven, Robbie Nevil

Lyric:
Come on
Do your own
Do your own thing
Do your own
Do your own thing

You don't have to be like anybody else
So what's the problem why can't you be like yourself?
You're individual, you might as well let it show

Because you're beautiful just the way that you are
Not everybody has to bling-bling superstar
Holla back if you're feeling what I'm feeling now

You gotta do your own thing, don't be just the same
Get the party jumping, the way you like
You gotta do your own thing and dance your own way
Go a little crazy 'cause you got the right

Go home and change your clothes 25 times a day
Tell the haters not to come around, they bother me
Know that it's your world, go ahead and live it up

Some call me crazy well I guess they'll never understand
I change my hair, my clothes, my style because I know I can
Now get out on the dance floor and dance

You gotta do your own thing, don't be just the same
Get the party jumping, the way you like
You gotta do your own thing and dance your own way
You got something that makes you rise

Up to the top of the world, you got to know what you like
All my fellas and my girls, show who you are tonight
You gotta do your own thing, you got to rock your own style
You got to live for yourself every once in a while

Do your own thing and live your own way
The world is all yours, go out and get some more
Do your own thing and live your own way
The world is waiting, go out and take what's yours

Got to do your own, do your own
Got to do your own thing
Got to do your own thing
Got to do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing, don't be just the same
Get the party jumping, the way you like
You gotta do your own thing and dance your own way
You got something that makes you rise

Up to the top of the world, you got to know what you like
All my fellas and my girls, show who you are tonight
You gotta do your own thing, you got to rock your own style
You got to live for yourself every once in a while
You gotta do your own thing

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Do Your Own Thing - Lyrics - Raven Symone

Title: Do Your Own Thing
Artist: Raven Symone
Composer(s): Matthew Gerrard, Symone Raven, Robbie Nevil

Lyric:
Come on
Do your own
Do your own thing
Do your own
Do your own thing

You don't have to be like anybody else
So what's the problem why can't you be like yourself?
You're individual, you might as well let it show

Because you're beautiful just the way that you are
Not everybody has to bling-bling superstar
Holla back if you're feeling what I'm feeling now

You gotta do your own thing, don't be just the same
Get the party jumping, the way you like
You gotta do your own thing and dance your own way
Go a little crazy 'cause you got the right

Go home and change your clothes 25 times a day
Tell the haters not to come around, they bother me
Know that it's your world, go ahead and live it up

Some call me crazy well I guess they'll never understand
I change my hair, my clothes, my style because I know I can
Now get out on the dance floor and dance

You gotta do your own thing, don't be just the same
Get the party jumping, the way you like
You gotta do your own thing and dance your own way
You got something that makes you rise

Up to the top of the world, you got to know what you like
All my fellas and my girls, show who you are tonight
You gotta do your own thing, you got to rock your own style
You got to live for yourself every once in a while

Do your own thing and live your own way
The world is all yours, go out and get some more
Do your own thing and live your own way
The world is waiting, go out and take what's yours

Got to do your own, do your own
Got to do your own thing
Got to do your own thing
Got to do your own thing

You gotta do your own thing, don't be just the same
Get the party jumping, the way you like
You gotta do your own thing and dance your own way
You got something that makes you rise

Up to the top of the world, you got to know what you like
All my fellas and my girls, show who you are tonight
You gotta do your own thing, you got to rock your own style
You got to live for yourself every once in a while
You gotta do your own thing

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Because Of You - Lyrics - Stay The Same - Joey Mcintyre

Title: Because Of You
Album: Stay The Same
Artist: Joey Mcintyre
Composer(s): L Thomas, R Saadiq, J Mcintyre, D Wahlberg

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Lyric:
I'll never forget what you've done for me
When I think of the past few years
And what I went through
I know I couldn't have done it without you
(Because of you)
I'm a new man, baby, I'm a new man

Because of you
Because of you

Feeling feelings that I never knew
That's because of the fact
That I'm so in love with you
Feels like I'm flyin' but I'm walkin' on the ground
That's because I'm so high
And I'm never comin' down

And to think that just a year ago
I was so strung out and all alone
I never felt so low
Now I got the world in the palm of my hand

And it's all because of you
I turned around my life because of you
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Yeah, [Incomprehensible] to let you know

Never believed in miracles
Till you opened up my eyes
Now I know just how it feels
Ooh, you know you're right on time
I'm so crazy 'bout your love
Yeah, you blow my mind

My life is like a resurrection
Talk about your love
We're talkin' pure perfection
Now I got the world in the palm of my hand

And it's all because of you
I turned around my life because of you
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Because of you

Because of you
I turned around my life because of you
Every little thing you do
I think of all the things that you do
I turned around my life because of you
(Because of you)
Yeah, [Incomprehensible] to let you know

Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
I turn around my life

Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
Every little thing you do
I turn around my life because of you

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
Now I know that dreams come true
Because of you

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
Now I know that dreams come true
Because of you

Because of you
I turn around my life because of you
Every little thing you do, every little thing you do
Every little thing you do, every little thing you do
Because of you, yeah

You turn me up, you make me high
When I feel your love, I wanna fly
No matter what we're going through
There ain't nothing we can't do

Now I know that dreams come true

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Work It - Lyrics - God's Plan - 50 Cent

Title: Work It
Album: God's Plan
Artist: 50 Cent
Composer(s): Darryl Mcdaniels, Jerry Landis, Paul Simon, Christoper Stein, Joseph Ward Simmons, Curtis James Jackson, Melissa A Elliott, Deborah Harry

Lyric:
DJ please, pick up your phone
I'm on the request line
G Unit
This is a Missy Elliot one time exclusive
(Come on)

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

Unh, yeah
Now, Missy, she too much for me
(I'm freaky)
She took me to to the crib man, she told me, eat me
Now my baby mama I told her ass not to beat me
Her broke ass wanna fight, Missy know how to treat me

She sitting on cash, she got money out the ass
Gave her them back shots and got money out her ass
Now you can see me in the coupe like what
Next time I'll hit her in that G5 truck

I've got the magic stick, I can go for hours
From the bed to the floor, to the sink to the shower
With her back to the bed and her legs to the sky
I can go hard, know why, big girls don't cry

I had visions of Missy with her money by the tub
Ching, ching, jackpot, I think I'm in love
I'm looking for Missy now so I can get my back rubbed
This the shit she hollered in my ear before we left the club

I'd like to get to know ya, so I can show ya
Put the herb on ya, like I told ya
Gimme all your numbers so I can phone ya
Your girl acting stank than call me ovah

Not on the bed, lay me on your sofa
Call before you come, I need to shave my chocha
You do or you don't or you will or you won't cha
Go downtown and eat it like a vulcha

See my hips and my tips don'tcha
See my ass and my lips don'tcha
Lost a few pounds in my whiffs for ya
This the kinda beat that go, wa ta ta

Ra ta ta ta, ta ta ta ta ta
Sex me so good I say blah blah blah
Work it, I need a glass of wat ah
Boy, oh, boy, it's good to know ya

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you're a fly gyal, get your nails done
Get a pedicure, get your hair did
Boy lift it up, let's make a toast ah
Lets get drunk, its gon' bring us close ah

Don't I look like a Halle Berry post ah?
See dem Belvedere playin' tricks on ya
Girlfriend wanna be like me nevah
You won't find a bitch that's even bettah

I make it hot as Las Vegas weath ah
Listen up close while I take you backwards
Watch the way Missy like to take it backwards
I'm not a prostitute but I can give you whatchu want

I love your braids and your mouth full of funk
Love the way my ass ba-bump ba-bump bump
Keep your eyes on my ba-bump ba-bump bump
And think you can handle this ga-donk ga-donk donk

Take my thong off and my ass go boom
Cut the lights off so you see what I can do

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

Boys, boys, all type of boys
Black, white, Puerto Rican, Chinese boys
Thanga thang, thanga thang
Girls, girls, get that cash

If it's nine to five or shakin' ya ass
Ain't no shame ladies, do your thang
Just make sure you ahead of tha game
Just 'cause I got a lot of fame supah

Prince couldn't get me change my name papa
Kunta Kinte, enslave a game, no sir
Picture black sayin', "Oh yessuh massa"
Picture Lil' Kim dating a pastor

Minute man, big men can outlast ya
Who is the best? I don't have to ask ya
When I come out, you won't even mattah
Why you act dumb like ugh, duh

So you act dumb like ughh, duh
And the drummer boy go pa-rum pa-pum pum
Give ya some some some of this Cinnabon

Is it worth it, let me work it
I put my thing down, flip it and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

If you got a big elephant, let me search ya
To find out how hard I gotta work ya
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it
I put my thing down, flip and reverse it

To my fellas, ooh
Good God, I like the way you work that
To my ladies, woo
You sure know how to work that, good God

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