Do Ya Thing Lyrics - Mixtape Messiah, Vol. 5 - Chamillionaire

[Hook: Magno] 

You gotta wide body whip (whip) 

Big mother ship (ship) 

Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip 

They rushing to the stage but you 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, mayn) 

Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) 

Do your thang 

Ladies represent! 

Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) 

Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) 

Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl) 

Do your thang 

It's Magno, ya heard! 

You can catch me on stage, braids with the shades 

Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid 

I do it for the city, I do it for the state 

And with forty-five interceural belt weighs eight 

To the Nouf (Nouf), tracheal spouse 

Wood wheel touf, left hand like Eddie Hoff 

I kick it with a chick, honey gotta pass mouf 

Hit the switch down quick, bunny hop pass douf 

That's where I used to do, now-a-days I'm used to loo 

Travel in a brustaloop, swang it like a hula-hoop 

Tacoma with the deep-tents, aroma be the weed scent 

Tear my hoes apart by persona in they neat prints 

Everyday's spark flamer, old school dunk flamer 

Flat upperdunk banger, part-time trunk trainer 

I'm the ish I demand diaper 

Coming down sand piper in a tan Viper 

Either that or a wide body whip (whip) 

Big mothership (ship) 

Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip 

They rushing to the stage but you 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, mayn) 

Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn) 

Do your thang 

Ladies represent! 

Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) 

Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl) 

Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl) 

Do your thang 

[Chamillionaire:] 

Ay, put'cha in detention and don't ask for permission 

Groupies hopping in and try'na ask what we flippin' 

Open up the door I call it suicide mission 

Got no door handles, they some track no edition 

On my iPod, important on my data 

My answers still no but she hoping I'm a date her 

Yella as a Laker, I'm more than just a playa 

Got dimes in the H, a couple courters in Decatur 

Man I should of known that Mike Jordan was a hater 

The dude on TV a real perfect imitator 

Thinking I'm a save her, I ex-ported traitor 

If the chick the air-head, I ain't trippin' I deflate her 

Plus she black, white and run game like the Raiders 

She can ask the doe but can't never say I paid her 

I ain't chilling in the office I'm a holla at'cha later 

I'm a be on D-block like them boys that be with Jada