Doin' Our Own Dang

Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey

The one that gets all the buddy (All the buddy)

Yeah, that's right

A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang

A little something called "Doing our own thang"

Breaking the beat others wished they broke

Bass line so dope that you just might choke

Don't bite on something that you can't chew

And don't trail behind when I'm coming through

Fronting the feel that you really can't feel

'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my real to reel

A tree is growing

Can't you see what I see?

A ripe new fruit to boot

We count to ten before we pass the coots

Now that's family

Equipped with the brothers and the sisters

And the sisters and the brothers

And all the others

With the funky flairs, the bugged out hairs

It's the Life of Riley, I'm really ready

Gazing at the gala filled rap

The cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks

Praise the rhythms for what it be

And praise the Lord for the JB's

'Cause we doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

We doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

We doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

We doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

Isn't it cool when you cut your hand

And the blood is red instead of sellout green?

This is not music for an R&B mind

This is flower intertwined with a vine

In other words this is rose

You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw

The funk we transmit is unstable

One condition if I am able to say

Yes, you may

Well, hey, let's get on with it

Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted

Out the vents of hecklers and fans

Either which way they all hop on the van

The band, the band, here comes the band

The tribe of fingers all on one hand

Me, myself, and I is dark

Monie Love the mouthpiece is now yours to spark

Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London

Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them

About the group, how to be smooth and play funky

And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool

For we are beyond of the stereotype

Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype

Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right

You're right

Am I wrong?

Yes (What?)

Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying

With my brothers Jungle, Soul and the Tribe I'm saying

Funky, funky rhymes that always stay in swing

I believe we doing our own thing

Doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

Doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

Doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

Doin' our own thang (We're doin' our own thang)

Well, my family sets all the trends

From Soul II Soul, on to Loose Ends

A&R men sign groups like them

'Cause that's where the money's at, honey (Yeah)

The industry's filled with copycats

R&B mixed with sloppy raps

Tribes like us always open doors

But what for, so you can get yours?

You ain't into it, all you want is profit

So I ask you please to stop it (Stop, stop)

Leave me alone, get off my bone

'Cause I'm doing my own thang

A new seed, a new breed

A new menu to feed the greed

A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt

Sweet daddy are you there?

Sammy B is on the cut

Spinning back for a rap that's laid back

Ready to kick back, those who give no slack

I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing

But still, I'm doing my own thing (Dove-y)

In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies

Play this thing and let the vibes raise me

All hold hands and let's walk about

Form a circle and talk about

Don't follow the path that we're steppin'

Truth to the soul's what I'm crammin'

Reasons for this is the family's strong

And like Bob Marley said

We're jammin'

Seeing's believing, so see and believe

And let the groove of the new proceed

A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun

So let's do what's got to be done, you know?

Well, personally I feel, you know

We're doing our own thing, you know

No stereotype, or anything like that

And I believe that's a healthy thing to do

What do you think?

Right now I feel that the Native Tongue begun, so

You know, we gotta move on

I, I don't see anything wrong what we doing though

Just got to bring back the funk

Speaking of doing my own thing, you know

We can black fog if we want to

Definitely snacks

Advance to Cooly's we can have some cake

And have fun, and just keep on doing our own thang

I think y'all can talk about a look at my movies

Blood Sucking Freaks just like your mama