{Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″}
Nothing says friend more than starving with your neighbor
Nothing says family like arguing and make up
Nothing says wake up like that cold air through that plastic on your window in November
That breeze gave me chills like my introspective pen does
No intellect formed against us you’ll prosper
Noodles mixed with ketchup
Stale pasta, I tossed it in the garbage in the can that’s outside
Don’t you tell poppa
Precious or fresh dressing got me stealing out the register for booster sales
If they don’t pa** me in school then the institution fails
If you hooping good you cool, but I represent the tales
So mother–ck your trust double-dutch Hula-hoop betrayals
Then’ the time we got the message well before our food
Putting jelly on a sandwich from a delly cart lose
In the alley cops finna’ search and we getting chased too there
We was not in the winner’s circle we just played too square
I done got brain from spain spoke-eine and mane
And all I’m trying to do is bang c**aine Loraine
I applied my brand new mantra when I found the art
Tell my consciousness buy a new watch for my counterparts
We make paper, you party we play Vegas
Nothing besides reign surrounded me when we make wagers
I’m fu–ing the girl of my dreams and we their favourite
That BMWi green like DeRay Davis
I be giving orders out to ni–as’ mommas like their grandpa
Trapping is for rappers I be grinding like the dance hall
I don’t know astrology, I just know I’m a Cancer male
Eating south of France, he who doubts the man can’t prevail
Back when Guru used to manifest the rhyme
I was known for nothing less than just a candidate for crime
In and out of Ibiza, spending power a Visa
Standing the test of time like the Leaning Tower of Pisa
In my D-zone so the bi–hes gon’ sweat it
Got the same piece of chrome, sweet Sloane, Bishop own credit
Got the Glock Craig used to help out Smokey and Day-Day with
The .38 Mad Dog used to pop JJ with
{Chorus – Royce da 5’9″}
You don’t wanna be on my bad side
Why don’t you let me project some of this good on you
If I ever pick up on a bad vibe
It’s all that it’s gonna take then I’m good on you
Go on do your thing, go on do your thing
Go on do your thing, go on do your thing
I’ma let you finish telling that lie
Go on do your thing, girl do your thing
{Scratches – DJ Premier}
Do my thang
Do my thang
Do ya thang
Do my thang
{Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9″}
Walk up in a strip club looking for Mia (?)
It’s Friday so I may stimulate the economy
I don’t recollect if I ever offered advice
Make sure you walk it like you talk it or pay the ultimate price
All you petty bloggers and trolls, forever calling me broke
If my money funny, then y’all must be Eddie, Martin in Life
F-ck the social network if we talking you bring your balls then
Tell them I got two deserts I call them the Winclevoss twins
Dodging the fake, dark man dubbing a cape
All of us are marked men this hits on y’all I’m Zartan
Scar on the face
Real recognise real who cares what you foreignerers say
My predators from the nation of Islam, corner and pray
F-ck what comparisons say
Ain’t got no roof you just wear a toupee
The coop ain’t got no shoes like Eric Benét
Baby I’m popping I got like eight or nine watches
Kick my feet up check the time on my Inko like I’m Affion Crockett
{Chorus – Royce da 5’9″}
You don’t wanna be on my bad side
Why don’t you let me project some of this good on you
If I ever pick up on a bad vibe
It’s all that it’s gonna take then I’m good on you
Go on do your thing, go on do your thing
Go on do your thing, go on do your thing
I’ma let you finish telling that lie
Go on do your thing, girl do your thing