Chamillionaire - Do Your Thing lyrics

[Hook: Magno] You gotta wide body whip (whip) Big mother ship (ship) Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift Let it rip! Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) Do your thang Ladies represent! Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl) Do your thang It's Magno, ya heard! You can catch me on stage, braids with the shades Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid I do it for the city, I do it for the state And with forty-five interceural belt weighs eight To the Nouf (Nouf), tracheal spouse Wood wheel touf, left hand like Eddie Hoff I kick it with a chick, honey gotta pa** mouf Hit the switch down quick, bunny hop pa** douf That's where I used to do, now-a-days I'm used to loo Travel in a brustaloop, swang it like a hula-hoop Tacoma with the deep-tents, aroma be the weed scent Tear my hoes apart by persona in they neat prints Everyday's spark flamer, old school dunk flamer Flat upperdunk banger, part-time trunk trainer I'm the ish I demand diaper Coming down sand piper in a tan Viper Either that or a wide body whip (whip) Big mothership (ship) Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift Let it rip! Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) Do your thang Ladies represent! Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl) Do your thang [Chamillionaire:] Ay, put'cha in detention and don't ask for permission Groupies hopping in and try'na ask what we flippin' Open up the door I call it suicide mission Got no door handles, they some track no edition On my iPod, important on my data My answers still no but she hoping I'm a date her Yella as a Laker, I'm more than just a playa Got dimes in the H, a couple courters in Decatur Man I should of known that Mike Jordan was a hater The dude on TV a real perfect imitator Thinking I'm a save her, I ex-ported traitor If the chick the air-head, I ain't trippin' I deflate her Plus she black, white and run game like the Raiders She can ask the doe but can't never say I paid her I ain't chilling in the office I'm a holla at'cha later I'm a be on D-block like them boys that be with Jada [Hook: Magno] You gotta wide body whip (whip) Big mothership (ship) Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift Let it rip!