Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Do Your Thing, artist - Black Sheep. Album song Non-Fiction, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 05.12.1994
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: A Mercury Records release;
Song language: English
Do Your Thing |
No it just don’t stop, no it just don’t stop |
No it just don’t stop, no it just don’t stop |
Yeah yeah, back up in this mothafucker once again |
It’s the nigga Lord C, with my motherfuckin peeps |
Mr Lawnge and Dres, from the Black Sheep |
Yeah |
And they keeping it real, you know what I’m sayin? |
And now they gonna do they thing once again |
Cause it’s been a while |
So yo God, what’s up? |
Yo do your thing paw |
Kids rave and rant, yo they chant for the phantom |
And some say handsome, they weed out, your ransom |
Ask one, they’ll tell one, I do my thing well son |
My name’s ringing bells come |
To break your half nelsons |
Immaculate Queens General child |
Headed for Federal wild, ahead of schedule |
I jostle for revenue while |
He was sound, I found my father was my rich figure |
He used to hustle with the father of his bitch nigga |
I’ll squeeze the trigger, like you dissed my little sister mister |
Twist a blunt with my wrist, and spark it up in front of this 'ter |
Sometimes, I hit Astoria, where niggas still play Corridors of Death |
Before I go, I drop that one at the door of 2 °F |
Whoever’s there, like I was, could probably use it |
We couldn’t do shit but catch vics, and if the shoe fits, remove it |
Tony Hands-high, Tom and Jerry, Scam squad |
Yo my man was Sham God, growing up with J Cobb |
Now in time, we grew apart |
With the weight you inherit at birth, and the larcen in our hearts |
Yo why do we laugh? |
tell me, why do we frown? |
Why does Stevie wonder? |
yo why is James brown? |
Some things are unexplainable, and some things just win |
Yo, everything’s attainable, that’s why I do my thing |
(Do your thing paw) |
Yo times was hard |
(Do your thing paw) |
You can see my skin got scarred |
(Do your thing paw) |
Wildin' on the boulevard |
Making crazy noise with the boys, down to pull a niggas card |
(Do your thing paw) |
My projects gets devotion |
(Do your thing paw) |
Back my Mama did the Coco-motion |
(Do your thing paw) |
The buckwild kids, flipping pages on a notion |
When you see Jaws, and now we’re 'noid of the ocean |
Before This Or That could ever commence in my mind |
I made the moon shine, like Capone committed crime |
Was in my enzymes to rock it for times |
And brothers that made G’s |
Without a basketball or rhymes, please |
I lock blocks, without a lead, I leave Cop hops |
My brown flock, smoking green crops, selling black tops |
Summer of '85, Prince and Rosie is the best |
The blessed, justify with a pro, couldn’t fess |
We never play brain, cause then you’re waiting for rain |
Like a vet, I light a cigarette when I want the train |
You can’t afford what I paid |
With Sha-Gene, Born and Lord |
And word to little rich kids about to get floored |
By the pocket-picking, Philly licking, vic’ing individual |
O.G. |
and that be, the god that’s original |
Think about it baby, you know me |
I tried to play low-key, but everybody knows |
Where the toke be |
Under your nose, I blow foes up like mortar |
Cause, my crew make waves where you don’t even see water |
I’d slaughter, long before you ever play me for a porter |
And tell you to your face, you’re out of order |
(Do your thing paw) |
Hand to hand, the money in stacks |
(Do your thing paw) |
Snatching pocket-books to Russian mink hats |
It’s a live show, gotta focus 5-O's on the low |
And it don’t stop, Jack, until you stop being black |
(Do your thing paw) |
I never wanna be, any broker |
(Do your thing paw) |
I’m a first generation blunt smoker |
Skill, the cypher gettin money, we’d build |
When the spliff went around, right after English was spilled |
Now-a-day I lay like heroin was in my vein |
I get nice, and think twice about the high price of fame |
We don’t care, beware, if it moves, black attack it |
My man Peewee bought a bullet, with his Red Alert jacket |
Some of my peeps left wills, and others are owning buildings |
It’s hard coming home, when there’s nothing that you’re skilled in |
I, nowaday, put away rhyme and reasons |
Cause some drive by, but in New York they lay and leave 'em |
Nobody confronts, we hide behind guns and blunts |
Now the powers that be happy getting everything they want |
Cause now there’s a deficit, for lack of slave labour, por favor? |
Somebody my peoples need a saviour |
Peace to understanding my brother, understanding my brother |
Every day the sun shines, love from your mother |
God bless, the child that’s got his chrome |
Yo nowaday, keep your problems kid, cause I got my own |
The timezones, I jones for my sanity, I told yer’s |
I, woke up this morning and the world was on my shoulders |
They say, I’m destined to repeat, we’ll see how fall that rise |
So when you look up to my son, I bet you see me in his eyes |
(Do your thing paw) |
Sometimes, it makes your wanna holla |
(Do your thing paw) |
I do or die daily for a dollar |
(Do your thing paw) |
Kids dash, up out the Dollar hall without a pass |
I gets cash, and plus I’m more creative than the class |
(Do your thing paw) |
I got the sound, you need not shove |
(Do your thing paw) |
Yo, there’ll never be another love |
Fuck it in a bucket, cause my skill’s too big to tuck it |
And the niggas at my back, would feel so cheated if I snuck it |
Yeah, unh! |
As we do, as we do, as we do |
What we muthafuckin' want to |
Check it out, shouting out to my peoples |
Wherever you be |
Yo Big Val, Big Popote, AZ and Sess |
Yo what’s up Vianca? |
My man Jacque, my baby Nina, Bullock |
Peace to Sayquan and Nanos |
My man Steve O, and J. R |
Yo Quran, what’s happening? |
Michelle Stewart, and Shaka Zu |
Yo Laurelton and Lafayette you know exactly how we do |
Chi Ali, The Legion, Emage |