Lyrics:
nigga (haha, haha)
You gotta love it, New York City (haha)
[ Chorus - 50 Cent singing ]
I been doin' my own thang
You can tell by the stones on my neck,
thangs on me when I move
You get hit with any payload that I choose
Got my eyes on them devices that you use
If I get my hands on 'em, you gon lose
if you
think
What they think about me
I'ma do my thang
I wanna be a better man
A great example to my children
But there's another part of me
That doesn't give
think
What they think about me
I'ma do my thang
I wanna be a better man
A great example to my children
But there's another part of me
That doesn't give
Got a new whip, new house, got a new zip code
Watch the stroll, little Ace
A soldier that was born to roll
I love God and you know I got
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
stuttered when you walked by
You want me to lick it and even worse
Got your heart set on me goin' first, and that ain't no fair exchange
You do me
Bend it over, touch yo toes
Show that thang sus
Make it clap, throw it back
On that thang sus
Ima show you how to act
On that thang sus
Ride out
Shake that ass, make it clap, make it wiggle
Is it me or is it you?
You can tell she'll go
Got her name in her hoops
Chillin' with the gang
They got
more 'Tron, if this your song
Won't you gone over there and do that thang
Don't be 'shamed by that booty, body, do it shawty, you been naughty
you playin a sport
Cause you listened to the game that you got from Uncle $hort
I'm proud of you - what you grown to be
Don't tell him nothin - you
(Good Gawd) That thang’s so tight
That’s right
Oh snap, what’s cracking, what’s popping, what’s bubbling?
You’ve got space in the waist but that inseam
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
There he goes again
Tellin' ya to get off his lawn or you'll be dead by 10
That ol' geezer Uncle Ankle
Geriatric as can
Simple and plain they ain't got a fucking blue's clue
This ain't the same thang
This ain't the same thang
This ain't the same thang this not what you
(Mary Jane!)
Ladies and gentlemen, your host for the night
(This gets me)
Doctor!
(Ugh, ugh! All choked up!)
On top of that, we got Uncle Snoop!
you work that beat
The way you move your body is so sexy
Left right left right
Bounce them cheeks
Got every man in here like
Hmmm
Baby your bodies
dead
It's too much paper to get can ya dig it?
Later on this evening I got a lick nigga is you down wit' it?
Shit...
Game that's my thang
And it
clip in
The type of homie you can depend on
When some shit got crazy or relict went dead wrong
Respected by G's, lil' locs and ghetto queens
Stripes
a yellow wagon when he's passin' by
(Yo, you see me rollin' in that thang?)
His pants is always saggin'
(Ah, say wha?)
Got money but never braggin'
(Ah, say
raised by the streets
And then the only other one that ever showed me love
Was my dope fiend uncle strung out on drugs
A straight thug, just me, my mama
heard about'cha
In Desert Storm
Uncle Sam got that mouth up out'cha
So let me get that out'cha bitch
I'ma run in your shit
Cuz I'm a 13th nigga and I'm
they be robbing
As long as Big Boi's still living, never standing by my lonesome
Step up nigga, if you want some
Ain't no thang but a chicken wang
I know time ain't handy
For none of us
We all know that life is tough
But we can't give up
I’ll be dammed if I let them tear us up
Up All we got is us
I leave you sprung maybe
I have your head spinning sayin' 50 so crazy
I don't play no games, I don't play no games
See when I'm in that thang
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