[Intro]
Watch out now
Shit, you didn't tell homie that, and walked on out the joint

[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
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We just doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We just doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
(Freaky deaky deaky you don't stop stop)

[Bridge: Greg Nice]
Now put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high
Put your hand up high high, now put 'em high high

[Verse 1: Greg Nice]
Uno dos tres, one two three
It's 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
Boricua 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 ol' Mr. Chubby Cheeks ate the skins
'Cause if you do, I'll get a flashback and run and tell the crew 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 critical

[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
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We just doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We just doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang

[Verse 2: 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 true, but not a fairytale
In fact, I can tell you a scary tale, but no on this track
I prefer to keep it pedal to the metal
This beat reminds me of Hansel and Gretel
Akakakaka, 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 vim and vigor
Inventor, stayin' on point like a splinter
Design a rhyme like Oscar de la Renta, percenta
Though I'm not a five, I gotta keep it live
So on I strive

[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
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We just doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We just doin' our own thang, thang, thang
We be doin' our own thang, thang, thang