| Artist: Nice & Smooth
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| Album: Jewel of the Nile
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| Song: Doin Our Own Thang
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| Watch out now
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| Shit, you didn’t tell homey that, and walked on out the joint
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| (Beatboxing)
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| We just doin our own thang, thang, thang
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| We be doin our own thang, thang, thang
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| We just doin our own thang, thang, thang
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| (Freaky deaky deaky you don’t stop stop)
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| Put your hand up high high, now put em high
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| Uno dos tres, one two three
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| Its the fly kid Greg N-I-C-E
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| Down with my partner in crime Smooth B
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| We always 4 deep in the Diamante
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| Ridin around to boogie down without a care
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| Stop at the light, the people stop and stare
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| They say, yo Rick here come the chubby cheek fella
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| The one who kick the rhymes like a fortune teller
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| So I went downtown to the P. R Parade
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| The ?? |
| skins they got it made
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| Let me touch your wet body, lay it in the shade
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| And kiss you down there cause I’m not afraid
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| Now don’t go run tellin all yo friends
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| That yo, Mr. Chubby cheeks ate the skins
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| Cause if you do, I’ll have a flashback and run ant tell the crew
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| And do what I gotta do
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| Greg N-I, low key, downlow
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| Rhymin fast, rhymin slow
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| Intoxicated from the hydro
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| No, yo, I didn’t say blow
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| Put your hands up high and act like you know
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| The funk I be kickin is crit-i-cal
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| Time and again, I reflect way back in the day
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| I used to say
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| I wanna be a rap star
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| Drive a big car
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| People know who we are, by far
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| It was more to it
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| Had to run through it, pursue it
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| Hmm, just do it
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| A dream came to, but not a fairytale
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| I can tell you a scary tell, but no on this track
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| I prefer to keep it pedal to the metal
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| This beat reminds me of Hansel and Gretel
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| The kids will love it, they can stunt to it
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| Adults will adore it, they can smoke a blunt to it
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| Courtesy of Mark the spark
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| Beat fiend, he can make beats in the dark
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| Now this was designed for the nerves in the center
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| When I was born I was covered in placenta
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| Cute little nigga, now I’ve grown bigger
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| Victorious with vem and vigor
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| Inventor, stayin on point like a splenter
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| Design a rhyme like Oscar De La Renta, placenta
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| Though I’m not a five, I gotta keep it live
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| So on I strive |