by abs

Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at (x4)

*verse 1

Im in that hot thang, butter lane, dipping with that bullrain?? so fucken hood main, they call me the boogeymain, in that slow lane, what is your ho name? i forgot this ho name, ill call her lois lane, up on that boulevard, 24's rotate, ice cube comin' through gotta make the hos wait, roll at my own pace, nigga dont hate, fuck all you fat fuckers, leaning up to diss my paint, ice cube i still loy paint (moviestar)fuck you pour nigga a lil drank, thats how its goin down out here in california, listen to my people when a nigga hit a corner

Chorus
Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at (x6)
(mirror mirror on the wall, whos is the finest one of all?)

*verse 2

now i pull in the parking lot, nigga find a parking spot, fired up everybody one a spark alot, up up ass we out on the air, looking for a big fat ass to harrass, is it you? ahuh i see you looking when we roll by pussy still cooking, freaks get tooking, when they're looking for stars, if you dont like my face bitch look at my car, keep it simple, i told you once before, it really dont matter how i get you to the moat, it really dont matter how i get you into my low', its hot being lets go, let your friends know.

Chorus
Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at (x6)
(mirror mirror on the wall, whos is the finest one of all?)

*verse 3
do ya thang girl,
fuck what they lookin' at,
we the doggs gettin' chased by the pussycat,
westcoast baby,
wit so much gravy,
you should call the navy,
ever since the 80s,
ive been doing good,
theyve been doing bad,
when i see you walk by im pursuing that,
but never chase it, my game is so basic,
soon as i lace it,
baby want to taste it,
just face it,
put me to the test,
ice cube would ace it,
im built for success (fuck a rock star)
we wanna party like a rap star,
in the club, in the house or the backyard (yeah, yeah)
you make your bang wit ones,
ill make you bang with huns,
and we gettin lap dance for nones,
they put a weight 8 crucifix,
and they say ice cube boy.. you the shit

Chorus
Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at (x6)
(mirror mirror on the wall, whos is the finest one of all?)
(mirror mirror on the wall, whos is the finest one of all?)
i see you lookin at me we don't give a fuck, what you lookin at, we dont give it up

Do ya thang man, fuck what they lookin at (x3)

fade... (arthur)