My thang

Hook
My thang (2x)
Verse 1
Let me do my thang
Let's do my thang
Go ahead I'm listening
The wetbacks Uncle Sam
Oooh God damn
Lord please understand
Is to do what's grand
And I tell them all the same
Hook
My thang (2x)
Verse 2
Have you screaming out my name
Of course I love spendin time with you
And stayin' out of trouble ain't so easy to do
It took a while for me to get well known
Ever since I heard the sound I wanted to be down
Means you spent your life on someone else's dreams
And everything on the screen ain't always what it seems
Cobain slept on the H-train next to Ray
Then fall in a poetical burst of an array
Emerge out of the fog like there was none before me
Some would do otherwise, said it simple as I can be
You'll only tell 'em 'bout hookers and methods of maintainin' 'em
We don't combat them we used songs to get at them
End of Pulp Fiction, you lucky you ain't get clapped too
I can't get out they pull me right back in
Hook that my thang (2x)
Verse 3
I had a feeling without that strap he was a hoe
I'm the Boss C.E.O., making sho my do' ain't low
We gone hook up 'bout twelve on the P.M. tip
I taught you how to push a whip
They try to make us think we crazy
See I get the cheddar, you get cheesy
In my prime like Optimus, stand in astonishment
Assassin's technique, your grave the punishment
Always fuckin' with somebody, then I'm broke
And it says his ex-girlfriend's on coke