DoYaThing

I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone A shadow in a corner Just playin' along! I'm gonna lay in my bed, I'm rolling aside But if a get a car A moment to ride Because I know if I ever tear living with you You've got a holding chain And you don't know what to do! You'd stop! You wanna do it But you don't know what you doin' baby A-a-a-a-aha You wanna feel it, But you don't know what you're feeling tonight! And if you're thinking And I don't know what you're thinking baby A-a-a-a-aha You go on thinking And you gonna make it alright! I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo I'm a late Jimi writer, not a heart and soul I got Saturday night, enough's been said If I ever had to do it, Well, you know I wouldn't care I'd just get down, I'm loving the feat And if I wanna talk back, the message is free I never found a ray and... And if you can't partake, you get 'em alive You get a heart--ache You wanna do it But you don't know what you doin' baby A-a-a-a-aha You wanna feel it, But you don't know what you're feeling tonight! And if you're thinking And I don't know what you're thinking baby A-a-a-a-aha You go on thinking And you gonna make it alright! Every time we try, we get nowhere But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah Trying so hard to act like we don't care But it's true, you do, nothing is left So I guess I'm right! New world, ONOMATOPOEIA... ¡BOOM! Quit acting like you don't wanna be here. Fuck around and get jumped like leap year Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a... lone, get off, go'n, go'n. OK, OK, OK back to the happy song Rap ain't nuttin' but the art talking ish My girl look pretty up there, ridin' it My plaid pants, my solid future ... Asinine ass, and a gorgeous coochie I'm an outcast, but you're into me Summer got mad cause Winter blew me That juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh Generation X on bloop de bloop Get duked out, or get duked-duked Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof, Ha! Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be, some lame, man Nigga talkin' 'bout "Aww, he don't rap enough" But y'all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe" Ye ain' Scarface, ye ain' Willie D, Ye ain' Bushwick, ye ain' killin' me Better play wit' yo ma'fuckin' mama, Bet you still stay wi' yo ma'fuckin' mama Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas In the daytime I swear, I promise Dare a nigger say som', tear a nigga face off How come blacks don't play baseball? Y'all white, know y'all can taste all this fly shit I stay finna take off Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane Bet it up, head erupts, A lava language, and the vocals volcanic If it ain't fix, don't broke it, don't panic If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddammit If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush Man, they sound like_ Man, they stole yo_ Man, they look like_ Nope it ain't us. Ah, Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang Ye ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang Every time we try, we get nowhere But wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah Trying so hard to act like we don't care (I don't care) But it's true, you do, nothing is left So I guess I'm right! Flip the page, our days are revelations (Hiiide!) Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience! Oh, it's all a part of the process (Okay, okay) Nothin's new, it's true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess you're right!