DoYaThing (feat. Andre 3000)

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 playin along

I'm only laying in my bed, I'm rollin aside

But if I get a car, uh, a moment to ride

Because I know if I ever shared a livin with you

You've got a, and you don't know what to do

You stop

You will not do it, but you don't know what you're doin baby

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh

You wanna 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

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh

You do more thinking and I'm goin out and make it alright

(Oh no, how do you do?)

I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo

I'm a late Jimi writer, not a Heart and Soul

I got a Saturday night, of nothing instead

Ah, if I ever had to do it, well, you know I wouldnt care

I just make down, I love when Im seen

Yeah, and if I'm on a tour back, the message is free

Then theres a fire, a ray, a knot in sight

And if you can't party, you get em a lot

You get a high, bass

You will not do it, but you don't know what you're doin baby

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh

You wanna 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

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-ah-uh

You do more thinking and I'm goin out and make it alright

(Oh no, how do you do?)

Everytime we try, we get nowhere

Wouldn't it be nice if we were just nor-mal peo-ple?

Yeah, 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

New word, onomatopoeia (boom)

Quit actin like you don't wanna be here

Fuck around and get jumped like leap year

Glock in the club make you really wanna leave me alone, get the fuck on, gone

Okay okay okay, back to the happy song

Rap ain't nothin but the art of talkin shit

My gurl look pretty up there ridin dick

My plaid past, my solid future

Astronaut ass 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 duke-a-duked

Err'body hit floor, we thru the roof, hah!

Like a chimney, I commend me

How come it be, some lame-ass nigga

Talkin about: Ah, he don't rap enough

But y'all Rap-A-Lot and I'm like wrap it up, hoe

Yee ain't Scarface, yee ain't Willie D

Yee ain't Bushwick, yee ain't killin me

Betta Play Witcha Muh'fuckin Mama

Betcha still stay witcha muh'fuckin mama

Keep sleepin on me, I'ma rock my pajamas

In the daytime, I swear, I promise

Dare a nigga say somethin, tear a nigga face off

How come blacks don't play baseball?

Y'all bite, know y'all can taste

all this fly shit, I stay finna to take off

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Yee ain't fresh-squeezed juice, nigga you that Tang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane

Uh, bet it up, header-ups

A lava language in a vocal volcanic (yea)

If it ain't fixed, don't broke it, don't panic (yea)

If it ain't this, it ain't shit, God-damn it (yea)

If it ain't this, it ain't dope, it don't flush

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

Ah, do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang

Yee ain't fresh-squeezed juice, nigga (you dat thang)

Everytime we try, we get nowhere

Wouldn't it be nice if we were just nor-mal peo-ple?

Yeah, trying so hard to act like we don't care, I don't care

But it's true you do, nothing is left

So I guess I'm right

Fifty page, our days are revelatious, haa!

Space is Strange, Doctor I've got no patience!

Oh it's all a part of the process, okay okay

Nothings new it's true, cool I admit

Shit, I guess you're right