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My Thang
36,443
Hip-Hop/Rap
My Thang was released on October 29, 1996 by Rhino Atlantic as a part of the album A.K.A Sugarwolf
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Release DateOctober 29, 1996
LabelRhino Atlantic
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM92

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Dubee
Dubee
Rap
Khayrhee
Khayrhee
Performer
DJ Rell
DJ Rell
Scratches
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Khayrhee
Khayrhee
Songwriter
M. Norton
M. Norton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Khayrhee
Khayrhee
Producer

Lyrics

One, two, three, four, Five Trey Five
Ses Fac players make the party more live
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
Now open up your mind take a ride with me
And hit up on the spliff with your brain on G
We hit the track thinking scratch, big bank, and scrill
Money making schemes so the dreams be real
I'm just a hog in the game thinking schemes to get paid
Hound on the hook represent the pimp Trey
Never sport a fade, known to let the perm bang
Coming through siding with them Chevys on thangs
Known to serve a trick nothing but them with the spits
Player haters hate cause your boy be on hit
Cause I'm down to make it quick, the fetti and the cents
Never pay the rent cause your boy be on hemp
And the hemp to my brain check the game, keep it sharp
Sesed Out strictly running with the mob
Steady fetti related won't lag 'bout the Leroy
Mashing in the four door, that's how it be boy
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
(Money in my pocket keeps me rolling cool)
Now I ride like a G on perk and squeeze
With a pack of Backwoods and some hurt ya D
On the turf 'bout my dirt so I hog for the green
Nothing but a soldier for doja I fiend
Spliff light, hit night, sags cause I stack
Won't slack on the track, a pedigree mack
Playa playa extreme, just a fetti fiend
Gotta stack G's shake mutts and the fleas
(Playa please what you in it for?) I'm in it for the loot
Stack G's for my needs 30 rounds when I shoot
I hound holler (WOOF) coming like a big dog
Tact off the doja in a thick fog
And I hope to get y'all keyed as I take lead
On this dank green, hogging on these Bay streets
I stay keyed steady keeping it in focus
So don't ask me, act like you know trick
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
(Money in my pocket keeps me rolling cool)
Now game is what I sell, yeah, I'll tell you 'bout a mack
From the niggy-North Pole, Country Club Crest track
I mack, won't slack up on a trick 100%
Crestside on the mic, Sugawolf Pimp
Fool, that's what I holla, all about my dollas
In this game of OG's, fleas and street scholars
Fool, I be soakin', keepin' it in focus
Runnin' with the mob, way sharp and they chose, just
Drop they jaw bone, I'm gone in the wind
Chasing fetti like a hound dog, G's what I spend
I bend the corners potent, mobbin' in a tac
Sipping on yak with the perm on my back
Spittin' game like a sailor, pirate of the seas
With my lips on a taylor, you know me
And most definitely, I hog for the team
Stayin' focused on my green and the pimpin' scheme
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
(Money in my pocket keeps me rolling cool)
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
Indo smoke and money's my thang (my thang)
I keep my mind on the green (Crestsiders!)
One, two, three, four, Five Trey Five
Ses Fac playas make the party mo' live
Crooked letter Fac mack squad come sharp
Sugawolf Pimp regulating with the mob
One, two, three, four, Five Trey Five
Ses Fac playas make the party mo' live
Crooked letter Fac mack squad come sharp
Sugawolf Pimp regulating with the mob
You know, serve em like that
Sugawolf Pimp, D-U-B double E, servin' em
Y.B.B., yeah
We gon send a Crestside shot to a real Crestside playa. Mac D-R-E!
(Crestside!)
Yeah doe! Indo smoke and money, yeah doe
That's how we doin' it, mayne (The green)
To all the playas. Playa, playa! You know!
Some of that there playa, that playa gab, you know
Get you a personal package boy
-Yeah, that's hella dope, Khayree
-Right on
-Hella dope
-Some of that old Strictly Business style shit
-Sugawolf!
-We gon send this one to the back
-That's hella dope, man
To DJ Cees, straight from the Crestside, baby
-Check it out
Now eeny meeny miny moe, I stepped in the door
Sippin' Tanqueray, finna pull a hoe
But crinkle, I mingle, slip and slide
Them hoes ain't nothin' but tramps, I see it in they eyes
But they recognize potent pimpin'
It's potent, floatin' in the mother ship
Down and dirty like a rodent
Servin' the hookers, hoes and tramps, tricks and even G's
I know you **** trippin', but don't start the pimpin', please
Cause you know, them playa hatas, they be rated low
But see, I'm known to spit that type of dope material
And hear me hoes, and suckas that be surgin' up in my mix
Y'all need to quit that trippin' and get some pimpification, bitch, really
-What's happenin', man?
-I'm cool as can be. What's goin' on?
-Can I tell you what really bothers me, man?
-What bothers you, ****?
-Let me tell you what really fucks with me
-Go on and express yourself, man
-How **** hate
-I can dig it
-Can you dig it?
-I can definitely dig it
-Essentially, you have three types of ****, you dig? You know. You got **** that are about their money and them hustlas, pimps, playas that keep their mind focused on their green, on establishing wealth and manipulating it
-Stone cold in the game
-And then you have group number two, you know
-Show your ride
-Group number two, you know, 9-5 muthafuckas. You know, your basic UPS workin' muthafuckas, three kids, wife, you know. And that's cool if that's your thing, you know
-I can dig it, man
-But what fucks with me, man, what really fucks with me
-What's botherin' ya, man?
-Is group number three, and these are the **** that never get involved in the game, that sit on the sidelines, you know, watchin' on popcorn, you know. They're commentating and hatin'
-Spectators!
-I don't understand that, can you dig what I'm sayin', man?
-I can dig it, man, I can righteously dig it. You know, thing's been all twisted around. **** afraid to be who they really is. We got perpetrators posing as pimps
-Yeah, man
-Fraudulent muthafuckas propped up as playas, you know
-It's true, man
-I know you can dig us now
-I'm diggin' on it
-If it don't make money, man, it really don't make sense
Written by: Khayrhee, M. Norton
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