Song Description
Party, clubing song, doing you're thing.
| Song Length |
2:27 |
Genre |
Rap - Dirty South, Rap - Hip Hop |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Anxious, In High Spirits |
Subject |
Dance, Energy |
| Similar Artists |
Mystikal |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
Do Your Thang
This is for my thug niggas and drug dealers
Be careful, don't let da slugs hit ya
Gangstas pullin triggas, bullets hittin' hard like missles
It's official, this'll be the shit that'll get you crunk
Make you wanna jump, throw bow's at a chump
Make them hoes shake their rump
All my weed smokers let me see you blaze you bluntz
If you wit me and you feel me, let me see you raise it up
Drank it up, refill your cups
One time for my ballas-n-playas with the fresh cuts-n-tux
Pocket full of bucks, ain't forgot about you muts-n-sluts
Ya'll just to damn much, in the club bouncin' that ass
Hollerin' you can't touch, put two hands up
What about my drug dealers
Stacking paper till they rubberbands bust
Much love for my thugs livin' life in handcuffs
Behind walls causin ruckus, just a bunch of bad motherfucka's
If you feel me say fuck it, throw it up
Keep thuggin' now show me love if you love it
Now I know you gotta love it
(Chorus)
This is for my ballas, playas, hustlers and gangstas
Thugs and drug dealers that slang
Hoes who be makin' that booty swang
Everybody if you wit me and you feel me
Let me see you do your thang
(Repeat chorus)
Everybody let me see you do what you do
Hoes chew what you chew
Get crunk whether you ridin' solo or ridin' with a crew
Throwin' up red or blue, it's cool dawg
Its all good, one time for my hustlers
Grippin' wood sittin' on 22's
Dippin' through your hood catchin' sales
Makin' money like they should
20's, 50's and 100's, it's all thats understood
Its all about bankin', if it don't then it don't
Make dolla's, then your ship go sankin'
I don't know about you but I'm all about mine
Gotta give it up for the jack boys, they'll rob you with a nine
Put your ass on the ground, make you give it up be
Gone just in time police come and tape the crime
For my big rim riders, clean your rims and make 'em shine
Make them haters look twice, break they neck on they spine
Sweatin' the candy paint, candy red or da lemon lime
Make 'em lose they mind, spinning rims got 'em hypnotized...
(Chorus)
This is for my ballas, playas, hustlers and gangstas
Thugs and drug dealers that slang
Hoes who be makin' that booty swang
Everybody if you wit me and you feel me
Let me see you do your thang
(Repeat Chorus)