Artist: JL (B.Hood)
Album:  Tech N9ne Presents JL - DIBKIS
Song:   Own Thang
Typed by: Nickolye16@aol.com 

[Intro: JL]
You know how they like to stereotype us, man
Ah-hah!

[Chorus: JL]
Shades on, tattoos
Lookin like I'm bad news
All black, as usu'
Baby we don't have rules
Gold teeth, gold chain
Like I'm in the dope game
Sold heat, sold flame
Bitch I do my own thang, bitch I do my own thang

[JL]
Mobbed out lookin like a G
See me comin make you wanna cross the street
Crooks lookin, eyed by the police
Throw peace but he probably go beast
Gold teeth, all red on, yellin "Go Chiefs"
Cross that, all black, no priest
I can tell you ain't had no ass like cold seats
Uptight, so sleek, no sheep
For all this ink that I got in my skin, I see you hatin
Tryin to read it to see if it's gang related
Must be linked in, questionin me "Where Mary J at?"
Oh you need it? I probably can navigate it
That's beside the point, I'm with the team, nigga we made it
Pop the bottle, they wanna know where we play at
Now they gon' enjoy, like what I see and hate to say it
Is you with it and shit or you need a payment?
Got my

[Chorus]

[Interlude: JL]
Bitch (bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang (own thang)
Bitch (bitch)
Bitch I do my own thang

[JL]
Mobbed out, fifty peeps deep
From 25th and 56th Street
Know when J's on, bitches get deep
Tell homie don't bring a chick he can't keep
Got my shades on, in the town low-key
Fuckin dope, you fuck around and O.D.
Oh your main gone? Don't look around and blame me
I be coolin in the T-F-O-P-V{?}
Offend you or somethin? You hatin as if I got a beef
The image assumption you made, I take a label, you see
Whoa now, slow down, Joe Brown, Judge Judy
Take your top off if you not a cop off-duty
I-I-I-I'm a wanted man, I'm a wanted man
I am what I am, I do what I can
Guessin I'm a boss by the way I stand
Want a pic and a boss? I'ma get a fan

[Chorus]

[Interlude] - minus last line

[Chorus]

[Interlude]