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2 live crew – do the damn thang lyrics


( ) = woman’s line

[let’s get it on, i’m open real wide!]

chorus {2x}: mr. mixx
i wanna do the d-mn thaaaaaaang! (then do the d-mn thing!)
i wanna do the d-mn thaaaang! (then do the d-mn thing!)

verse 1: fresh kid ice
i’m a bad motherf-cker bringin’ hoes to their knees
fresh kid ice, long d-ck chinese
always on a mission ’cause i like to f-ck
the way i hit the p-ssy is in the buck
strokin’ up and down, always takin’ my time
doin’ it all till i make you mine
i rub your body with motion lotion
lick you down like waves in the ocean
do it till you’re satisfied
have you moan even though you’re tired
i’ve f-cked many b-tches across the land
and no one slangs d-ck like the chinaman
you ain’t been f-cked ’cause your p-ssy’s froze
many are called but few are chose
bust them guts like it ain’t no thing
so b-tch stop frontin’, let’s do the d-mn thing!


verse 2: brother marquis
b-tch, do you wanna swing with me?
s-x is the best with brother marquis
all hoes let my record show
all my b-tches come back for more
it must be the way i throw my thang
it must be the way i spit my game
look ’em in they eye, tell a quick lie
kiss ’em and they cry, i don’t know why
game so strong, yet so convincin’
give me a minute, i’m up in it
talk ’em out they draws real cool
“b-tch, give it up smooth, you know the rules!”
true love ain’t so hard to find
it’s right between your legs and mine
none of my b-tches, they never complain
they like the way i do the d-mn thing!


verse 3
[marquis] i love it when a b-tch be like pro-per
a hooche with a coochie that’ll let me pop her
the “blac v-g-n- finda”
once i’m inside i must remind her
p-ssy’s deception, d-ck’s a weapon
after i f-ck, i’m steppin’
d-mn right, ain’t nothin’ changed
that’s the way i do my thang!
[kid ice] let me do it, like nothin’ before
i don’t need a friend, i need a wh-r-
i need a b-tch who’ll f-ck all night
take plenty of d-ck, and the p-ssy’s right
she’ll keep me goin’ till she gets me off
and bring me up, when i’m soft
let’s get together ’cause it ain’t no thang
you and me, baby, doin’ the d-mn thang!


mr. mixx:
(do the d-mn thang!) hey, i’m doin’ it, baby!
(now rub the d-mn thang!) d-mn right, i’m rubbin’ it, baby!
(kiss the d-mn thang!) mmmmm-kissin’in’ it, baby!
(now do the d-mn thang!) then turn around, baby!
uhh! uhh! now throw the d-mn thaaaang!
throw, throw it! throw, the d-mn thang, baby! {2x}


[come on girl!] do, do it! do, the d-mn thang, baby! {2x}