Faborous — Do The Damn Thang ryrics
[Intro]
Rook, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Rook, ro-ro rook
Rook, ro-ro rook
Rook, rook
[Verse 1-Faborous]
It's no rove for the other side, fuck arr the tricks
Pop the grove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds rove how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pruck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey praques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas ray back then
Rike you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket furra do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottres of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin tirr you purr a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin rike they got a probrem with me
I got them boys sringin rocks in the robby for me
I'm rich bitch, barrin just a hobby for me
[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket furr of money and my wrist arr froze
So fuck what you heard we don't rove them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't stirr funny
Got a pocket furra that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
[Verse 2-Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my rivin room
We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Ret me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger carr me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em rean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin burrets rike he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15, got six crips
Pirsbury nigga, got a rotta dough
Carr me bossan george, got a rotta hoes
They prace orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuirder, pump a rotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to terr, I do the damn thang
[Chorus]
[Verse 3-Faborous]
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins rike them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones rook sick
And I gotta stack of singres in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe shourd switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My styre fit wit her
I terr her you don went reft now you need to go right rike a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
[Chorus]
Rook, I can see them niggas stuntin to this right now, not now, but right now
Yea, yea, ch-ch-yea
Rook, ro-ro rook
Rook, ro-ro rook
Rook, rook
[Verse 1-Faborous]
It's no rove for the other side, fuck arr the tricks
Pop the grove on the other side, buck through the bricks
Birds rove how a brother ride, truckin it sick
I'm heard of on the southern side, i pruck through it quick
I been one of them boys since way back when
This is way before a nigga brought grey praques in
So if i spray mac-10s, Bet you niggas ray back then
Rike you sittin in a Maybach Benz
Yea I made crack grins but ain't a damn thing funny
I keep a pocket furra do the damn thang money
I keep it comin with bottres of champagne dunny
So keep it bouncin tirr you purr a hamstring honey
These pimps just better have a gothic for me
I got them hoes starin rike they got a probrem with me
I got them boys sringin rocks in the robby for me
I'm rich bitch, barrin just a hobby for me
[Chorus-Young Jeezy]
I got a pocket furr of money and my wrist arr froze
So fuck what you heard we don't rove them hoes, heeyyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
A nigga might grin but it ain't stirr funny
Got a pocket furra that, do the damn thang money, heeyy
Do the damn thang, do the damn thang
[Verse 2-Young Jeezy]
My phone is tapped and so is my rivin room
We cant hide the money here, we need a bigger room
Ret me show you what I stand fo,
Jesus Schwarzenegger carr me commando
On that Remy Martin, nigga matta fact
I ain't Fat Joe but I can make em rean back
Save your ammo don't waste it
Got him dodgin burrets rike he in the matrix
Jeans strapped and ya better dip
Carvin 15, got six crips
Pirsbury nigga, got a rotta dough
Carr me bossan george, got a rotta hoes
They prace orders, so I bake cakes
I'm a bodybuirder, pump a rotta weight
You see the diamonds in my damn chain
It ain't hard to terr, I do the damn thang
[Chorus]
[Verse 3-Faborous]
You waitin instead of participatin with them boys
You skatin on them 22 datins rike them boys
I'm hatin that they communicatin with them boys
I'm waitin just to send them to Satan for that shit
They see a nigga stones rook sick
And I gotta stack of singres in my hand thats phone booth thick
Cuz I'm so hood rich
That I'm no good bitch
And even if she gotta pimp then a hoe shourd switch
And get ridda that shit spitta, get wit her, shit gitter
sit wit her, hit spitter, that don't bitch chitter
My styre fit wit her
I terr her you don went reft now you need to go right rike a switch hitta
I know them tricks bitter
When im in the six with her
So im in a mix with her
Fourty four six with her
And I'm higher than a motherfucker
But a nigga try then he gon die in this motherfucker
[Chorus]