I′m a pale imitator of a boy in the sky

With a cap in his head

And a knot in his tieI'm the light in the mall when the power is gone

The shadow in the corner

Just playing along

I′m only laying in my bed, I'm rolling aside

But if I get a car

I'm hoping to ride

Because I know if I ever say "I′m leaving" to you

You′ve gotta volunteer

And you don't know what to do

You′re soft

You wanna do it but you don't know what you′re doin', baby

(A-a-a-a-aha)

You wanna feel it but you don′t know what you're feeling tonight

(Alright, how are we doin'?)

And if you′re thinking that I don′t know what you're thinking, baby

(A-a-a-a-aha)

You do more thinking and I′ll go out and make it alright

(Alright, how do you do?)

I'm impregnable, incredible, the setting of quo

I′m at Lay Chimirida, not a heart and soul

I got a Saturday night, and nothing is dead

And if I ever had to do it

Well, you know I wouldn't care

I just kicked down, I love when I′m seen

Yeah, and if I wanna talk back

The message is free

Then there's a fire, a ray, a knot in sight

And if you get popped here, you get 'em a lot

You get a heart, break

You wanna do it, but you don′t know what you′re doin', baby

(A-a-a-a-aha)

You wanna feel it but you don′t know what you're feeling tonight

(Alright, how are we doin′?)

And if you're thinking that I don′t know what you're thinking, baby

(A-a-a-a-aha)

You do more thinking and I'll go out and make it alright

(Alright, how do you do?)

Every time we try, we get nowhere

Wouldn′t it be nice if we were just normal people?

Yeah

Trying so hard to act like we don′t care

But it's true, you do, nothing is left

So I guess I′m right

New word, onomatopoeia (Boom)

Quit actin' like you don′t wanna be here

Fuck around and get jumped like leap year

Glock in the glove make you really wanna leave me, alone

Get the fuck on, gone

Okay, okay, okay, back to the happy song

Rap ain't nothing but the art of talkin′ shit

My girl look pretty up there riding dick

My plaid past, my solid future

Asinine ass and a gorgeous coochie

I'm an OutKast but you're into me

Summer got mad cause the winter blew me

That Juicy Fruit, that splooshy sploosh

Generation X on bloopty bloop

Get duked, gotta get duked, the duke

Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof

Like a chimney, I commend me

How come it be, some lame ass nigga talking about

"Ah, he don′t rap enough"

But y′all rap a lot and I'm like "Wrap it up, hoe"

You ain′t Scarface, you ain't Willie D

You ain′t Bushwick, you ain't killin′ me

Better play with your motherfuckin' momma

Bet you still stay with your motherfuckin' momma

Keep sleeping on me, I′ma rock my pajamas

In the daytime, I swear, I promise

Dare a nigga say something, tear a nigga face off

How come Blacks don′t play baseball?

Y'all white, know y′all can taste all this

Fly shit, I stay finna take off

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane

Bet it up, head erupts

A lava language in a vocal volcanic (Yeah)

If it ain′t fixed, don't broke it, don′t panic (Yeah)

If it ain't this, it ain't shit, goddamn it (Yeah)

If it ain′t this, it ain′t dope, it don't flush

And if it ain′t hip, it don't hop, well then hush

Man, they sound like, man, they stole your

Man, they look like—nope, it ain′t us

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Wait, is you really Slick Rick? Nope, you Dana Dane

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

Do Ya damn Thing, Do Ya Thing-a-Thing

You ain't fresh squeezed juice, nigga, you that Tang

Every time we try, we get nowhere

Wouldn′t it be nice if we were just normal people?

Yeah

Trying so hard to act like we don't care

(I don't care)

But it′s true, you do, nothing is left

So I guess I′m right

Flip the page, our days are revelatious

Space is strange, doctor, I've got no patience

Oh, it′s all a part of the process

(Okay, okay)

Nothing's new, it′s true, cool, I admit

Shit, I guess you're right