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Doin' My Thing
by Crytycal
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You didn't think I could make it bounce
They way I'm breaking it down, I'm bringing down the house
Got you shaking with the ladies while I'm working it out
Making them bounce, just watch how I'm working it now, like
Cause I'm just doin my thing, my thing, so what you think you know about me
Cause you don't really know anything
If you could only see what I see, I see, maybe you wouldn't doubt me
I feel the music in everything
I hear the beat all around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my
Just let me back it on up, put ya finger in the air if ya don't give a fuck
Ya lookin for a good time and ya ready to what?
I can tell by that grin that ya likin it rough
So ladies show me what ya working with, show me ya stuff
I got that bass for ya face but it's never enough
All night long Lionel Ritchie that's what's up
Dancing on the ceiling got the feelin like hello... what?
Cause I'm just doin my thing,
Got one for the money man ya know what I mean
I gotta get to the show, time a ticking down
Ready to blow, I got my jacket man, damn I'm ready to go
But ya don't need yours, I'm heating it up, deep in the cut
Rocking till the sun comes up, driving the bus
Pausing while I'm causing a fuss
I'm hitting every stop on the route, yo baby what's up?
Cause I'm just doin my thing, my thing, so what ya think you know about me
Cause you don't really know anything
If you could only see what I see, I see, maybe you wouldn't doubt me
I feel the music in everything
I hear the beat all around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my
Yo here we go again, I got ya hanging on the tip but it's the tip of my pen
Nobody phoning home when we out alone wit our friends
We might bend but we never break, bucking the trend
I get in where I fit in man I type and I send
No need to correct or protect, I'm projecting a win
Osama been rocking, like he's living again,
Jocking on the honeys like he wants to take them for a spin
Man tricks are for kids but I be flipping my lid
The way I'm breaking it down, they're like
"you hear what he did? It's sick, the way he dances on the snare and the kick"
Man I get it goin flow ever flowing, knowing which direction I'm goin
Well shit that's the trick, maybe for kids, but I'm a show you what it is
I'll have my name on the marquee, cause I be killing the biz
Cause I'm just doin my thing, my thing, so what ya think you know about me
Cause you don't really know anything
If you could only see what I see, I see, maybe you wouldn't doubt me
I feel the music in everything
I hear the beat all around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my
You didn't think I could make it bounce
They way I'm breaking it down, I'm bringing down the house
Got you shaking with the ladies while I'm working it out
Making them bounce, just watch how I'm working it now, like
Cause I'm just doin my thing, my thing, so what you think you know about me
Cause you don't really know anything
If you could only see what I see, I see, maybe you wouldn't doubt me
I feel the music in everything
I hear the beat all around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my
Just let me back it on up, put ya finger in the air if ya don't give a fuck
Ya lookin for a good time and ya ready to what?
I can tell by that grin that ya likin it rough
So ladies show me what ya working with, show me ya stuff
I got that bass for ya face but it's never enough
All night long Lionel Ritchie that's what's up
Dancing on the ceiling got the feelin like hello... what?
Cause I'm just doin my thing,
Got one for the money man ya know what I mean
I gotta get to the show, time a ticking down
Ready to blow, I got my jacket man, damn I'm ready to go
But ya don't need yours, I'm heating it up, deep in the cut
Rocking till the sun comes up, driving the bus
Pausing while I'm causing a fuss
I'm hitting every stop on the route, yo baby what's up?
Cause I'm just doin my thing, my thing, so what ya think you know about me
Cause you don't really know anything
If you could only see what I see, I see, maybe you wouldn't doubt me
I feel the music in everything
I hear the beat all around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my
Yo here we go again, I got ya hanging on the tip but it's the tip of my pen
Nobody phoning home when we out alone wit our friends
We might bend but we never break, bucking the trend
I get in where I fit in man I type and I send
No need to correct or protect, I'm projecting a win
Osama been rocking, like he's living again,
Jocking on the honeys like he wants to take them for a spin
Man tricks are for kids but I be flipping my lid
The way I'm breaking it down, they're like
"you hear what he did? It's sick, the way he dances on the snare and the kick"
Man I get it goin flow ever flowing, knowing which direction I'm goin
Well shit that's the trick, maybe for kids, but I'm a show you what it is
I'll have my name on the marquee, cause I be killing the biz
Cause I'm just doin my thing, my thing, so what ya think you know about me
Cause you don't really know anything
If you could only see what I see, I see, maybe you wouldn't doubt me
I feel the music in everything
I hear the beat all around me, round me, it's pounding in my head I need to get it off my