PRhyme - Do Ya Thang lyrics

{Verse 1 – Royce da 5’9″} Nothing says friend more than starving with your neighbor Nothing says family like arguing and make up Nothing says wake up like that cold air through that plastic on your window in November That breeze gave me chills like my introspective pen does No intellect formed against us you’ll prosper Noodles mixed with ketchup Stale pasta, I tossed it in the garbage in the can that’s outside Don’t you tell poppa Precious or fresh dressing got me stealing out the register for booster sales If they don’t pa** me in school then the institution fails If you hooping good you cool, but I represent the tales So mother–ck your trust double-dutch Hula-hoop betrayals Then’ the time we got the message well before our food Putting jelly on a sandwich from a delly cart lose In the alley cops finna’ search and we getting chased too there We was not in the winner’s circle we just played too square I done got brain from spain spoke-eine and mane And all I’m trying to do is bang c**aine Loraine I applied my brand new mantra when I found the art Tell my consciousness buy a new watch for my counterparts We make paper, you party we play Vegas Nothing besides reign surrounded me when we make wagers I’m fu–ing the girl of my dreams and we their favourite That BMWi green like DeRay Davis I be giving orders out to ni–as’ mommas like their grandpa Trapping is for rappers I be grinding like the dance hall I don’t know astrology, I just know I’m a Cancer male Eating south of France, he who doubts the man can’t prevail Back when Guru used to manifest the rhyme I was known for nothing less than just a candidate for crime In and out of Ibiza, spending power a Visa Standing the test of time like the Leaning Tower of Pisa In my D-zone so the bi–hes gon’ sweat it Got the same piece of chrome, sweet Sloane, Bishop own credit Got the Glock Craig used to help out Smokey and Day-Day with The .38 Mad Dog used to pop JJ with {Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} You don’t wanna be on my bad side Why don’t you let me project some of this good on you If I ever pick up on a bad vibe It’s all that it’s gonna take then I’m good on you Go on do your thing, go on do your thing Go on do your thing, go on do your thing I’ma let you finish telling that lie Go on do your thing, girl do your thing {Scratches – DJ Premier} Do my thang Do my thang Do ya thang Do my thang {Verse 2 – Royce da 5’9″} Walk up in a strip club looking for Mia (?) It’s Friday so I may stimulate the economy I don’t recollect if I ever offered advice Make sure you walk it like you talk it or pay the ultimate price All you petty bloggers and trolls, forever calling me broke If my money funny, then y’all must be Eddie, Martin in Life F-ck the social network if we talking you bring your balls then Tell them I got two deserts I call them the Winclevoss twins Dodging the fake, dark man dubbing a cape All of us are marked men this hits on y’all I’m Zartan Scar on the face Real recognise real who cares what you foreignerers say My predators from the nation of Islam, corner and pray F-ck what comparisons say Ain’t got no roof you just wear a toupee The coop ain’t got no shoes like Eric Benét Baby I’m popping I got like eight or nine watches Kick my feet up check the time on my Inko like I’m Affion Crockett {Chorus – Royce da 5’9″} You don’t wanna be on my bad side Why don’t you let me project some of this good on you If I ever pick up on a bad vibe It’s all that it’s gonna take then I’m good on you Go on do your thing, go on do your thing Go on do your thing, go on do your thing I’ma let you finish telling that lie Go on do your thing, girl do your thing