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Gorillaz Do Ya Thing Lyrics (Feat. James Murphy & Andre 3000)
Im a pale imitator of a boy in the sky
With a cap in his head and a knot in his tie
Im the light in the mall when the power is gone
A shadow in a corner
Just playin along!
Im gonna lay in my bed, Im rolling aide
But if a get a car
A moment to ride
Because I know if I ever tear living with you
Youve got a holding chain
And you dont know what to do!
Youd stop!
You wanna do it
But you dont know what you doin baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you dont know what youre feeling tonight!
And if youre thinking
And I dont know what youre thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright!
Im in Prada boy
Im a late
not a heart in
I got Saturday night, enough been said
If I ever had to do it,
Well, you know I wouldnt care
Id just get down, Im loving the feat
And if I wanna talk back, the mesage is free
And theres a fire, a ray and out in the Sun
And if you cant partake, you get em alive
You get a heart
You wanna do it
But you dont know what you doin baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You wanna feel it,
But you dont know what youre feeling tonight!
And if youre thinking
And I dont know what youre thinking baby
A-a-a-a-aha
You go on thinking
And you gonna make it alright!
Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we dont care
But its true, you do, nothing i left
So I guess Im right!
New word, onomatopoeia boom
Quit acting like you dont wanna be here.
Fuck around and get jumped like Lea
Get glocced in the club, make ya really wanna leave me-a-lone.
Get off and gone, gone
OK, OK, OK back to the happy song
Rap aint nuttin but the art talking ish
My girl look pretty up there, right here
My plaid pant, my solid future
Asinine ass, and a glorious cooch-er
Im an outcast, but youre into me
Summer got mad cause winter blew me
That juicy fruit, that shplooshy-shploosh
Generation X on bloop de bloop
Get duked, got get duked, duked
Everybody hit the floor, we through the roof
Like a chimney, I commend me
How come it be, some lame, man
Nigga talkin bout Aww, he dont rap enough
But yall rap a lot and Im like Wrap it up, hoe
Me and Scarface, me and Willaby
Me and butchery, they aint killing me
Better play wit yo mafuckin mama,
Bet you still stay wi yo mafuckin mama
Keep sleeping, Ima rock my pijamas
In the day time I swear, I promise
How come blacks dont play baseball?
Yall white, know yall can taste all this fly shit
I stay finna take off
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang, do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
U ain fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that tang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
But is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Bet it up, head-er up, a lava language, and the vocals volcanic
If it aint fix, dont broke it, dont panic
If it aint hits, it aint shit, its shit damn it
If it aint this, it aint dope, it dont flush
If it aint hip, it dont hop, well then hush
Man, they sound like
Man, they tole yo
Man, they look like
Nope it aint us.
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Is ya really Slick Rick? No you Dana Dane
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
Do ya damn thang; do ya thang-a-thang
U ain fresh squeezed juice, nigga you that tang
Every time we try, we get nowhere
But wouldnt it be nice if we were just normal people, yeah
Trying so hard to act like we dont care (I dont care)
But its true, you do, nothing i left
So I guess Im right!
Flip the page; our days are revelations (Hiiide!)
Space is strange, doctor, Ive got no patience!
(Can we get an Outkast album now)
Oh, its all a part of the process (Okay, okay)
(Can we get an Outkast album now?)
Nothins new, its true, cool, I admit, shit, I guess youre right!
(Can we get an Outkast album now?)
