Do Your Thing Songtext
von Totally Insane

Your boy, the black boss, rip shop on deck
Dolla baby, the 240 pound vet
Nothing but something simple for the nonchalant
Insane, baby, we gon′ give you what you want

Allow me to introduce next, Mr. Akaponi, player potna
Doper than sticky chronic, plus I'm hotter than a sauna
In Thug Vision, live and direct, worldwide
The new millennium, past and the present collide

Status, player pimper, top collar popper
Ten on the skizz-ell, your boy Ten Dolla
We gon′ make you get out on the floor and bounce
And shake your tail feather, baby, 'cause you're working it out

You are tuned in to Thug Supreme, a freak dream, atomic
Barking with the big dogs for the cream
Y′all ain′t ready, too sexy for the game, what you sayin'?
I breaks it down, the estrogen, homeboy, I ain′t playin'


Let your mind run free tonight
The force of nature got you and you′re feeling it right
So toot it up and let me touch that, I want that
Pass that, give me that, Ad Rock, snatch that

I'm all that, a bag of chips and some dip
Watch me rip, I′m saucy as ever, don't even trip
I'm paid, sporting a solid gold grenade
With a team of hot hustlers the police can′t fade

Bounce, rock, roller-skate
Insane, baby, we gon′ make the whole house shake
Players, if you feel the insane
Backstreet bounce and just do your thang
Bounce, rock, roller-skate
Insane, baby, we gon' make the whole house shake
Players, if you feel the insane
Backstreet bounce and just do your thang

I got it locked down, sewed up, it′s all good
Up and coming, baby, put it all on the wood
Ladies fiend to touch your boy in his right spot
Want to keep me hotter than hot and give me what they got


All up in you, tonight is the night
Alert the people, adding ten dollars
And shutting it down, there ain't no sequel to last quarter
We serving it hot, place your order
Lyrical manslaughter, blowing suckers all up out the water

Hard knock, a lesson in funk from Shanté
Up and coming, baby, this is T-I-E
Gangsta boogie, the life of a midtown hog
True game and we be giving it to all of y′all

It ain't fair, baby girl, I′m grizzly as a bear
Spitting game up in your ear, sweating the perm up out your hair
Shake that booty for me, I'm thugging to death, a straight hog
You outdated, I'm all digital, you analog

Ten dollar baby and A.D. the Corleone
Bright as the two red dots on your dome
Duck, dog, return of the hog, no fakes
Empire, baby, we make the whole house shake

Never fumble, one tough cookie that never crumble
Celebrity Deathmatch, let′s get ready to rumble
Let′s take a chance, we came here to make you dance
Give a fool a rope and a hat, he wanna run the whole ranch

Bounce, rock, roller-skate
Insane, baby, we gon' make the whole house shake
Players, if you feel the insane
Backstreet bounce and just do your thang
Bounce, rock, roller-skate
Insane, baby, we gon′ make the whole house shake
Players, if you feel the insane
Backstreet bounce and just do your thang