Chris Gehringer - Do Ya Thing lyrics

[Verse 1] I'm a pale imitator of a boy in the sky With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie I'm the light in the mall when the power is gone The shadow in the corner, is playing along I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside But if I get a car, a moment arrived Because I know if I ever shared a living of you You've got a volunteer, and you don't know what to do [Hook: James Murphy] You will not do it, but you don't know what you're doin baby (A-a-a-a-aha) You will not feel it but you don't know what you're feeling tonight (Alright, how are we doin?) And if you're thinking that I don't know what you're thinking baby (A-a-a-a-aha) You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright (Alright, how do you do?) [Verse 2] I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo I'm at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul 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, bake [Hook] [Bridge: Andre 3000] Every time we try we get nowhere Wouldn't it be nice if we were just normal people? Trying so hard to act like we don't care But it's true you do, nothing is left So I guess I'm right [Verse 3 : André 3000] New word, onomatopoeia (boom) Quit actin like you don't wanna be here f** around and get jumped like leap year Glock and a glove make you really wanna leave me a... Lone, get off the gone gone Ok ok ok back to the happy song Rap ain't nothing but the art of talkin sh** My girl look pretty up there riding dick My plaid past, my solid future Asinine a** and a gorgeous coochie I'm an Outkast but you're into me Summer got mad cause the winter blew me That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh Generation X on bloopty bloop Get duked gotta get duked the duke Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof Like a chimney, I commend me How come it be, some lame a** n***a talking about, "Ah he don't rap enough" But ya'll rap alot and I'm like rap it up ho You ain't Scarface, you ain't Willie D You ain't Bushwick, you ain't k**in me Better play with your mothaf**in' momma Bet you still stay with your mothaf**in' momma Keep sleeping on me, I'mma rock my pajamas In the daytime, I swear I promise Dare a n***a say something Tear a n***a face off How come blacks don't play baseball? Ya'll white, know ya'll can taste all this Fly sh**, I stay fin to take off Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing You ain't fresh squeezed juice n***a you that Tang Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Wait is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Bet it up, head erupts A lava language in a vocal volcanic If it ain't fixed don't broke it don't panic If it ain't this it ain't sh** god damn it If it ain't this it ain't dope, it don't flush And If it ain't hip, it don't hop, well then hush Man they sound like, man they stole your Man they look like- nope, it ain't us Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Wait is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing Do ya damn thing, do ya thing-a-thing You ain't fresh squeezed juice n***a you that Tang [Bridge] People page our days are revelatious Space is strange, doctor I've got no patience Oh it's all a part of the process Nothings new it's true, cool I admit sh** I guess you're right