My Favorite Songs

Do Ya Thing

I’m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky

With a cap in his hand and a knot in his tie

I’m the light in the mall when the power is gone

The shadow in the corner, just playin’ along

I’ma lay right in my bed, I’m rolling aside

But if I get a car, I’m roamin’ to rob

Because I know if I ever chill of livin’ to you

You’ve got a volunteer, and you don’t know what to do

You’d stop

You wanna do it

But you don’t know what you doin’ baby

You wanna feel it,

But you don’t know what you’re feeling tonight

And if you’re thinking

That I don’t know what you’re thinking, baby

You go on thinking

And you gonna make it alright

I’m impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo

I’m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and so’

I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead

And if I ever had to do it, well,

You know I wouldn’t care

I just kicked down, I love when I’m seen

Yeah, and if I’m on a tour back, the message is free

Then there’s a fire, a ray, a knot in sight

And if you get popped here, you get ‘em a lot

You get a heart-ache

You wanna do it

But you don’t know what you doin’ baby

You wanna feel it,

But you don’t know what you’re feeling tonight

And if you’re thinking

That I don’t know what you’re thinking, baby

You go on thinking

And you gonna make it alright

Every time we try, we get nowhere

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?

Tryin’ so hard to act like we don’t care

But it’s true, you do,

Nothing is left, so I guess I’m right

New word, onomateopoeia, boom

Quit actin’ like you don’t wanna be here

Fuck around and get jumped like leap year

Glock and a glove make you

Really wanna leave me a-lone

Get the fuck on, go’n

Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy songs

Rap ain’t nothin’ but an auto-talkin’ shit

My girl look pretty up there ridin’ dick

My plaid past, my solid future

Astronaut ass and a gorgeous coochie

I’m an outcast, but you’re into me

Summer got mad ’cause winter blew me

That Juicy Fruit, that splooshie-sploosh

Generation X on bloop-de-bloop

Get duked out, or get dookie-duked

Er’rybody hit the floor, we through the roof

Like a chimney, now come in me

How come it be? Some lame man

Nigga talkin’ ’bout “Aw, he don’t rap enough”

But y’all rap a lot and I’m like “Wrap it up, hoe”

Ye ain’t Scarface, ye ain’t Willie D

Ye ain’t Bushwick, ye ain’t killin’ me

Better play with ya ma’fuckin’ mama

Betcha still stay witcha ma’fuckin’ mama

Keep sleepin’ on me, I’ma rock my pajamas

In the daytime, I swear, I promise

Dare a nigga say somethin’, tear a nigga face off

How come blacks don’t play baseball?

Y’all white, know y’all can taste

All this fly shit

I stay finna take off

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Ye ain’t fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Well, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you just ain’t a thing

Bet it up, head erupts

A lava language and a vocal volcanic

If it ain’t fixed, don’t broke it, don’t panic

If it ain’t this, it ain’t shit, goddammit

If it ain’t this, it ain’t dope, it don’t flush

And if it ain’t hip or don’t hop, well then hush

“Man, they sound like”, “Man, they stole yo”

“Man, they look like”, nope, it ain’t us

Ah, do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Is you really Slick Rick? No, you just ain’t a thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Do ya damn thing, do ya thing, ya thing

Ye ain’t fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get nowhere

Wouldn’t it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah?

Tryin’ so hard to act like we don’t care

But it’s true, you do,

Nothin’ is left, so I guess I’m right

Flip the page, our days are revelations (hide)

Space is strange, doctor, I’ve got no patience

Oh, it’s all a part of the process (okay, okay)

Nothin’s new, it’s true, cool, I admit,

Shhh! I guess you’re right

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