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Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at I'm in that Hot Thang, gutter lane, dippin' with that wood grain So fuckin' hood, mayne, they call me "The Boogeyman" In that slow lane, what is your whole name? I forgot this hoe's name, I'll call her "Louise Lane" Up on that Boulevard, 24's rotate Ice Cube comin' through, gotta make the hoes wait Roll at my own pace, nigga, don't hate Fuck all you fat-fuckers leanin' up against my paint Ice Cube, I steal a little paint (movie star) Fuck you, pour a nigga a lil' drink! (yay-yay) That's how it's goin' down out here in California Listen to my people, when a nigga hit the corner Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Now pull in the parking lot, nigga, find a parking spot Fired up, everyone want to spark a lot Puff-puff-pass, we out on Ave Lookin' for a big fat ass to harass Is it you? Uh-huh, I see you lookin' When we roll by, pussy still cookin' Freaks get tooken when they lookin' for stars If you don't like my face, bitch, look at my car Keep it simple, I told you once before It really don't matter how I get you to the more It really don't matter how I get you in my low Just hop in, let's go, and let your friends know Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, girl, fuck what they lookin' at We the dogs gettin' chased by the pussycat West Coast, baby, with so much gravy You should call The Navy, ever since the 80's I've been doin' good, they been doin' bad When I see you walk by, I'm pursuin' that But never chase it, my game is so basic As soon as I lace it, baby, wanna taste it? Just face it, put me to the test Ice Cube would ace it, I'm built for success (Fuck a Rockstar) We wanna party like a Rapstar In the club, in the house, or the backyard (yay-yay!) You make it rain with ones, I make it rain with hun's And we get lap-dance from nuns They put away they crucifix And they say, "Ice Cube, boy, you the shit" Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Mirror, mirror, on the wall) (Who is the flyest one of all?) I see you lookin' at me, we don't give a fuck What you lookin' at? We gonna give it up Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Mirror, mirror, on the wall) do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at (Who is the flyest one of all?) Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at Do ya thang, mayne, fuck what they lookin' at
Writer(s): O'shea Jackson, Michael Paul Palumbo Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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