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"Do the Damn Thang" is a track by Fabolous, from the album Real Talk, released 9th November 2004. Full lyrics are available below.
Lyrics
[Intro: Fabolous] Look I can see those niggas stuntin' to this right now Not now But right now, yeah Yeah, chea-chea, yeah Look, look look, look Look, look look, look Look, look, look look [Verse 1: Fabolous] It's no love for the other side fuck those tricks Pop the glove on the side and buck them pricks Birds love how a brother ride, truck rims sick I'm heard of on the Southern side, I'm plugged in quick I've been one of them boys since way back when This was way before a nigga brought ray packs in So if I spray Mac-10s, bet you niggas lay back then Like you sittin' in a Maybach Benz Yeah, I may crack grins, but ain't a damn thing funny I keep a pocket full of "Do the Damn Thang" money I keep it comin' wit bottles of champagne, dummy So keep it bouncin' till you pull a hamstring, honey These pimps just better have a goblet for me I got them hoes standin' like they got a problem with me I got them boys slingin' rocks in the lobby for me I'm rich bitch, ballin' just a hobby for me [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes Hey! I do the damn thang Ah, ah (look), oh, I do the damn thing Yeah, a nigga might grin, but ain't shit funny Got a pocket full of that "Do the Damn Thang" money Hey! I do the damn thang What, what, oh, I do the damn thing [Verse 2: Young Jeezy] My phone is tapped and so is my living room (What?) We can't hide the money here, we need a bigger room (Damn!) Let me show you what I stand for Jeezy Schwarzeneggar call me Commando On that Remy Martin, nigga, matter of fact I ain't Fat Joe but I can make 'em "Lean Back" Save your ammo, don't waste it Got 'im dodging bullets like he in The Matrix You ain't strapped, then you better dip Carbon 15 got six clips Pillsbury, nigga, got a lot of dough Call me Boston George, got a lot of blow (That's right!) They place orders so I bake cakes I'm a body builder, pump a lot of weight You see the diamonds in my damn chain It ain't hard to tell I do the damn thang [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes Hey! I do the damn thang Ah, ah (look), oh, I do the damn thing Yeah, a nigga might grin, but ain't shit funny Got a pocket full of that "Do the Damn Thang" money Hey! I do the damn thang What, what, oh, I do the damn thing [Verse 3: Fabolous] You hatin' instead of particpatin' with them boys Who skatin' on them 22 Daytons like them boys? I'm hatin' that they communcatin' with them boys I'm waitin' just to send 'em to Satan for that shit They say a nigga's stones look sick And I got a stack of singles in my hand that's phonebook thick 'Cause I'm so hood rich that I'm no good, bitch And even if she got a pimp, then the ho should switch And get rid of that shit-spitter, get with a shit-getter Sick with a hit spitter that don't bitch chitter My style fit with her I tell her "You done went left, now you need to go right like a switch-hitter" I know them tricks bitter when I'm in the 6 with her So I'm in the mix with her, .44 six with her And I'm higher than a motherfucker But a nigga try, then he gon' die in this motherfucker [Chorus: Young Jeezy] Got a pocket full of money and my wrist on froze Fuck what you heard, we don't love them hoes Hey! I do the damn thang Ah, ah (look), oh, I do the damn thing Yeah, a nigga might grin, but ain't shit funny Got a pocket full of that "Do the Damn Thang" money Hey! I do the damn thang What, what, oh, I do the damn thing
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