Ms. Peaches - It's Your Thing lyrics

[Intro: Mercedes, Peaches] Hello? (May I speak to Mercedes?) Yeah, this me (Is JaQuon over there?) Who? (JaQuon) Oh [Verse 1: Mercedes] Let me tell you about your baby daddy Waking me up early in the morning, we gone and How you know he's creeping with me How you think I know you get off of work around three I suppose you want to sit and chat Probably wondering where your man is at So why you keep on sweatin' me, testin' me When it's truly plain to see where he wants to be Right here next to me [Chorus: Mercedes, Peaches] It's your thang, do what you wanna do Me and you come all over we can do this thang (What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh) It's your thing, do what you wanna do Me and you come all over we can do this thang (What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh What you gonna do, what what, what you gonna do, if you get it huh) [Verse 2: Master P] Me tell no lies, yeah I like to ride Keep your eyes on your prize, tell your homegirls don't cry Say uhhh when you get it, I'm a soldier when I hit it Hoody hooo when I get it, I told you wasn't no limit At four circle, I'm a V-12, girl can't you tell I'll rock your bells from eight, to twelve Make you want like a dog, my name below your drawers I know you want it all, ha ha ha ha, but don't fall [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mercedes] Let me tell you about your baby daddy Waking me up early in the morning, we gone and How you know he's creeping with me How you think I know you get off of work around three I suppose you want to sit and chat Probably wondering where your man is at So why you keep on sweatin' me, testin' me It's truly plain to see where he wants to be Right here next to me [Outro: Peaches, Master P] Ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhh ohhh ohhh Ohhh ohhh ohhh You got me twisted, callin' me about your man You got me twisted, callin' me about your man (You got me twisted girl Talkin bout goin on Jerry Springer Huh, don't hate the player baby, hate the game Matter of fact, why don't ya'll put these boxing gloves on I know you just got your nails and your hair done But uh, whoever win, it's your thing boo Ha, that's what I'm talkin' bout)