It's the Locc, I let the funk boom like thunder
Grew up funk like Davis, now I got braids like Stevie Wonder
Get my sag on, my momma get her dag on
Freeze my khaki's up and I'm gone
You can stare all day but just don't step
On my Blue Suede shoes, to get here, I pay dues
Brraow braow, that's how my toolie sound
When I'm drinkin' Hen with my rhymes, straight blowin' in the wind
And busters can't fade the Jayo Felony

T-Funk from the family, smoke or dip with me
Bullet Locc's dedicated, faded, I straight made it
And drinkin' Blue Note, on the yard they celebrated
I'm a Y C, I guess that's why the one-time is followin' me
But I'm a MC, I laugh because there swallowin' me
But I just shake my head and say, 'Damn'
(Ha ha)
'Cause I'm just goin' to the sto'
To get some zoom zoom zoom and wam wams

You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and everythang gon' be everythang

I wanna be like Donald Trump, not Willie Lump-Lump
I put that on my set that I make everybody jump
Fool, don't move until my ride hit the flo', word
Boom booms in my rag '6-4
That's how we roll, no time for the ying yang
Dogs in my hood still bumpin' fo' thangs
It's me, the B U double L E T, better known as Felony
T-shirt and khakis that's how we're bailin', see

And I'm just tryin' to keep my sanity
Make some of them ends, get a biz and help my family
Right, and just to let you know I don't care
I'm still gon' get my sag on, there it is there
You can't see me fool, I'm locced out
Baseheads on the corner, bag and smoked out
Askin' for a gang of change and I say, 'Damn'
All this drama, to get some zoom zooms and wam wams

You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and everythang gon' be everythang

You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and everythang gon' be everythang

French braids and Stockton cap wit' my hat ****ed back
Now I'ma lean into the side like Goldie the Mack
Everybody that's incarcerated, hold your head high
Hope that you see another sunny blue sky
Females'll leave you stranded and I'ma let you know
She's made 'cuz the Soul Glo won't make her hair grow
Block on the phone, and ain't nobody home
Her and some greasy fat fool rollin' in the Brougham

But you know how that go, so yo, toss 'em up high
'Cuz in the South Beach streets it's do or die
Wave 'em to the eastside, yeah, wave 'em to the west
Comin' up with the bomb, no stress
Guess and Master Jay makin' funk tracks
So to the ol' school, I'ma bring the punks back
I listen to the flow and I just say, 'Damn'
As I'm rollin' through the hood
To get some zoom zooms and wam wams

You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and everythang gon' be everythang

You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and I'ma do my thang
You go do your thang, yo, and everythang gon' be everythang