Do ya thang (feat. p$c)

Hey, hey, hey (do ya thang) hey (do ya thang) hey
(do ya thang) hey hey, (do ya thang) hey, hey, hey
(X2)

(P$C)
Fresh out the house got the beat on suicide as I
ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive, standin
tall lookin down on the bloody boys snitchin all
day I look around on the block.

(T.I.)
I'm in a silver SL five pounder on the block,
aintcha ever seen a young playa clown in the Drop,
(do ya thang) Aint nuttin to a G gang spit
fluently, groups of hoe's pursuin me, as if
there's more than two of me

(P$C)
Monday my Chevy's orange(orrnge) and Tuesday its
ocean blue 28's sit over you, Ferrari drops and
Rovers too,(do ya thang) Hoes sit'em out, T.Vs
I'mma flip'em out, 50 bricks they ain't shit, tell
'em niggaz "shift it out". I'm commin down shinnin rose gold feelin like a
magpoles, Cadillac with five hoes, make these
suckas hate mo', (do ya thang) Damn right pimp we
do this every night with the same big faces make
these lame hoes bite.

(Chorus x2)
I got that top down (top down) I got the
tints now (tints now) I got some real real real
blots now Do ya thang
(im doin it x4)

I'm in the hood in a drop top, super-sport, mash,
let the horses holler and the Porsche is fallin
niggas on their porches holla (do ya thang ) They
call me "thunder bill" cut me down to
somethin else, shorty somethin else, hot enough to
make the sukas melt.

Man I got a friutloop Chevy followin me on 24's
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look at your own Cutlass green diamond purple
hearts (do ya thang) A James Bond car Drizzled as
a porn star spring we was green, so my Cutlass is
a orange car. I got a curly haired, dirty red broad, eatin lemon
heads, leanin in the Lincoln with a pump by her
left leg, (do ya thang) lookin in the tan and
getcha left side bent, then leave ya laid out do
it by the lake bitch.

Color coated rims chop the streets till they rock
up, muscle cars straight buckin look how it stands
up(do ya thang), yeah I'm in the ride look like a
fruit drink, it makes these hoes thirsty when they
see the pineapple paint

(Chorus x2)

Baby that green,drop coupes that cream, earrings
in my ear look like a baby flat screen (do ya
thang) I'm doin it, my neck piece green, ice
rubberliscous perk, imma grand hustle king.

"Super-Clean" is on the scene; Italian
leather match the Polo boots, and the wood grain
lame I'll show you how to do the do (do ya thang)
blowin fruits same flavor as the candy gloss in
the backseat got a freak pullin her panties off.

"Arrr!" weigh the anchor on the Cuban
link chain, diamonds stacked on top of diamonds,
custom made pinky ring (do ya thang) fishin hats,
Polo shorts with the Polo man, wearin blue and tan
in the blue and tan Avalanche.

Jackers never had a chance, set up in the
Avalanche, they hopped out the van and startin
shootin like a cameraman, top down, hit the switch
an let it drop down, passin by the underground,
they can hear me underground.

(Chorus x2)