Do Ya Thang

Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at

I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane, dippin' with that wood grain
So fuckin' hood, mayne, they call me "The Boogeyman"
In that slow lane, what is your whole name?
I forgot this hoe's name, I'll call her "Louise Lane"

Up on that Boulevard, 24's rotate
Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait
Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate
Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint
Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (movie star)
Fuck you, pour a nigga a lil' drink! (yay-yay)
That's how it's goin' down out here in California
Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner

Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at

Now pull in the parking lot, nigga, find a parking spot
Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot
Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave
Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass

Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin'
When we roll by, pussy still cookin'
Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars
If you don't like my face, bitch, look at my car

Keep it simple, I told you once before
It really don't matter how I get you to the more
It really don't matter how I get you in my low
Just hop in, let's go, and let your friends know

Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at

Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at
We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat
West Coast, baby, with so much gravy
You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's
I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad
When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that
But never chase it, my game is so basic
As soon as I lace it, baby, wanna taste it?

Just face it, put me to the test
Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success
(Fuck a Rockstar) We wanna party like a Rapstar
In the club, in the house, or the backyard (yay-yay!)
You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's
And we get lap-dance from nuns
They put away they crucifix
And they say, "Ice Cube, boy, you the shit"

Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at

(Mirror, mirror, on the wall)
(Who is the flyest one of all?)

I see you lookin' at me, we don't give a fuck
What you lookin' at? We gonna give it up

Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
(Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at



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Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Michael Paul Palumbo
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