[Hook: Magno]   You gotta wide body whip (whip)   Big mother ship (ship)   Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip   They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip   Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift   Let it rip!   Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)   Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)   Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)   Do your thang   Ladies represent!   Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)   Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)   Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl)   Do your thang      It's Magno, ya heard!   You can catch me on stage, braids with the shades   Stage like Beeman so I'm bout to get paid   I do it for the city, I do it for the state   And with forty-five interceural belt weighs eight   To the Nouf (Nouf), tracheal spouse   Wood wheel touf, left hand like Eddie Hoff   I kick it with a chick, honey gotta pass mouf   Hit the switch down quick, bunny hop pass douf   That's where I used to do, now-a-days I'm used to loo   Travel in a brustaloop, swang it like a hula-hoop   Tacoma with the deep-tents, aroma be the weed scent   Tear my hoes apart by persona in they neat prints   Everyday's spark flamer, old school dunk flamer   Flat upperdunk banger, part-time trunk trainer   I'm the ish I demand diaper   Coming down sand piper in a tan Viper      Either that or a wide body whip (whip)   Big mothership (ship)   Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip   They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip   Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift   Let it rip!   Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)   Do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)   Ah do your thang, mayn (do your thang, mayn)   Do your thang   Ladies represent!   Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)   Do your thang, girl (do your thang, girl)   Ah do your thang, girl (ah, do your thang, girl)   Do your thang      [Chamillionaire:]   Ay, put'cha in detention and don't ask for permission   Groupies hopping in and try'na ask what we flippin'   Open up the door I call it suicide mission   Got no door handles, they some track no edition   On my iPod, important on my data   My answers still no but she hoping I'm a date her   Yella as a Laker, I'm more than just a playa   Got dimes in the H, a couple courters in Decatur   Man I should of known that Mike Jordan was a hater   The dude on TV a real perfect imitator   Thinking I'm a save her, I ex-ported traitor   If the chick the air-head, I ain't trippin' I deflate her   Plus she black, white and run game like the Raiders   She can ask the doe but can't never say I paid her   I ain't chilling in the office I'm a holla at'cha later   I'm a be on D-block like them boys that be with Jada      [Hook: Magno]   You gotta wide body whip (whip)   Big mothership (ship)   Trunk on lift with them golds in your lip   They rushing to the stage but you don't even trip   Cause you know they wanna hear you drop a gift   Let it rip!