| as I ride up and down Martin Luther King Drive, |
| standin tall lookin down on the bloody boys |
| snitchin all day I look around on the block. |
| I’m in a silver SL five pounder on the block, |
| aintcha ever seen a young playa clown in the Drop, (do ya thang) Aint nuttin to |
| a G gang spit fluently, |
| groups of hoe’s pursuin me, as if there’s more than two of me |
| Monday my Chevy’s orange (errenge) and Tuesday its ocean blue |
| 28's sit over you, Ferrari drops and Rovers too,(do ya thang) |
| Hoes sit’em out, T. Vs I’mma flip’em out, |
| 50 bricks they ain’t shit, tell 'em niggaz «shift it out». |
| I’m commin down shinnin rose gold feelin like a magpoles, |
| Cadillac with five hoes, make these suckas hate mo', (do ya thang) |
| Damn right pimp we do this every night |
| with the same big faces make these lame hoes bite. |
| I got that top down (top down) |
| I got the tints now (tints now) |
| I got some real real real blots now |
| Do ya thang (im doin it) X4 |
| I’m in the hood in a drop top, super-sport, |
| mash, let the horses holler and the Porsche is fallin |
| niggas on their porches holla (do ya thang) |
| They call me «thunder bill» cut me down to somethin else, |
| shorty somethin else, hot enough to make the sun melt. |
| Man I got a friutloop Chevy followin me on 24's |
| look at your own Cutlass green diamond purple hearts (do ya thang) |
| A James Bond car Drizzled as a porn star |
| the spring refer’s green, so my Cutlass is a orange car. |
| I got a curly haired, dirty red broad, eatin lemon heads, leanin in the Lincoln |
| with a pump by her left leg, (do ya thang) lookin in the tan and getcha left |
| side bent, then leave ya laid out do it by the lake bitch. |
| Color coated rims chop the streets till they rock up, |
| muscle cars straight buckin look how it stands up (do ya thang), |
| yeah I’m in the ride look like a fruit drink, |
| it makes these hoes thirsty when they see the pineapple paint |
| I got that top down (top down) |
| I got the tints now (tints now) |
| I got some real real real blots now |
| Do ya thang (im doin it) X4 |
| Baby LET green, drop coupes that cream, |
| earrings in my ear look like a baby flat screen (do ya thang) |
| I’m doin it, my neck piece green, ice, |
| bubbAliscous purple, imma grand hustle king. |
| «Super-Clean» is on the scene; Italian leather match the Polo boots, |
| and the wood grain lame I’ll show you how to do the do (do ya thang) blowin |
| fruits same flavor as the candy gloss in the backseat got a freak pullin her |
| panties off. |
| «Arrr!» weigh the anchor on the Cuban link chain, |
| diamonds stacked on top of diamonds, custom made pinky ring (do ya thang) |
| fishin hats, Polo shorts with the Polo man, |
| wearin blue and tan in the blue and tan Avalanche. |
| Jackers never had a chance, sell em in the Avalanche, |
| they hopped out the van and startin shootin like a cameraman, |
| top down, hit the switch an let it drop down, |
| passin by the underground, they can hear me underground. |
| I got that top down (top down) |
| I got the tints now (tints now) |
| I got some real real real blots now |
| Do ya thang (im doin it) X4 |
| (outro) |
| heh (do ya thang) |
| (do ya thang) |