NICE & SMOOTH - Doin' Our Own Thing lyrics

rate me

Watch out now

Shit, you didn't tell homey that, and walked on out the joint

[Beatboxing]

[Chorus:]

We just doin our own thang, thang, thang

We be doin our own thang, thang, thang

We just doin our own thang, thang, thang

(Freaky deaky deaky you don't stop stop)

[Greg Nice]

Put your hand up high high, now put em high

[x8]

Uno dos tres, one two three

Its the fly kid Greg N-I-C-E

Down with my partner in crime Smooth B

We always 4 deep in the Diamante

Ridin around to boogie down without a care

Stop at the light, the people stop and stare

They say, yo Rick here come the chubby cheek fella

The one who kick the rhymes like a fortune teller

So I went downtown to the P.R Parade

The ?? skins they got it made

Let me touch your wet body, lay it in the shade

And kiss you down there cause I'm not afraid

Now don't go run tellin all yo friends

That yo, Mr. Chubby cheeks ate the skins

Cause if you do, I'll have a flashback and run ant tell the crew

And do what I gotta do

Greg N-I, low key, downlow

Rhymin fast, rhymin slow

Intoxicated from the hydro

No, yo, I didn't say blow

Put your hands up high and act like you know

The funk I be kickin is crit-i-cal

[Chorus]

[Smooth B]

Time and again, I reflect way back in the day

I used to say

I wanna be a rap star

Drive a big car

People know who we are, by far

It was more to it

Had to run through it, pursue it

Hmm, just do it

A dream came to, but not a fairytale

I can tell you a scary tell, but no on this track

I prefer to keep it pedal to the metal

This beat reminds me of Hansel and Gretel

The kids will love it, they can stunt to it

Adults will adore it, they can smoke a blunt to it

Courtesy of Mark the spark

Beat fiend, he can make beats in the dark

Now this was designed for the nerves in the center

When I was born I was covered in placenta

Cute little nigga, now I've grown bigger

Victorious with vem and vigor

Inventor, stayin on point like a splenter

Design a rhyme like Oscar De La Renta, placenta

Though I'm not a five, I gotta keep it live

So on I strive

[Chorus]