Doin' My Thing

(专辑： Chronic 2006 - 2006)

[Young Buck:]
Yeah this that grown man shit right here
Lets go

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doing my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doing my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trapping out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doing my thang

[Verse 1: Young Buck]
So ghetto, still in the projects
Hand on the metal, a nigga still robbing
You ask how i'm doing, I say i'm all good
But my life been ruined, we living like we should
Take away the pain
Don't take away the game
Nigga got to kill me before he take away my chain
I'm still running,
And the rims still spinning
The work still coming
And my whole team winning
While you balling on a budget
You ask what it cost
and I'm hollaing out "fuck it"
Then tell me who the boss
The crumbs, the bricks
The guns, the clips
The thugs, the pimps
The house, the whips
Yep, we can talk if the conversation worth something
A little weed and Hennessey never hurt nothing
On the real the homie thats still bagging up grams
The nigga better know who I am
I'm doing my thang

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doing my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doing my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trapping out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doing my thang

[Verse 2: Young Buck]
Shake it up, move it all around
Keep it moving until you hear that rock hard sound
We be grooving the freaks love the way we coming down
They be like "Them boys be blowing dro by the pound"
Ten cars, four trucks and a couple of Os
Put the bitches in the back, we don't love them hos
Hit the switches on the back, make the front end hop
I got it looking like Crenshaw on my block
Now hold on homie bbbbbut wait 'till it get worse
I hear him stuttering sssssaying my verse
Come grab the wheel from me, i'm about to hang out the sunroof
And let these motherfuckers see a thug when he come through
I'm feeling it
I got my Guccis on, killing it
Game and Fat Joe don't know who they dealing with
Let a nigga run up on me with the bullshit
I'm a show you niggas how to do this
I'm doing my thang

[Chorus: Young Buck]
You can catch me with the top dropped bitch
Police know they can't stop this
I'm doing my thang
Big chain with some rocks on my wrist
Let 'em hate yeah I know I got 'em pissed
I'm doing my thang
Move 'em in
Move 'em in
Move 'em out
Move 'em out
Money (money, money money, money)
What its 'bout
I've been out here all day trapping out the house
I am what you call dirty south
I'm doing my thang