| Song | Do Your Thing |
| Artist | Jensen Reed |
| Album | Forget About The Cameras |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| It's all a game we want fame, we want money and cars | |
| I'm talking big big bucks, let me buy out the bar | |
| Brought another couple dancers in that big-ass car | |
| So the busters know they love us, got ‘em crossing their hears | |
| Speak the truth if you need to cause you in love with the feeling | |
| How bout you catch up with me later for some sexual healing? | |
| Put your hands to ceiling, cause you riding and dealing | |
| While inside they be wildin' out, I'm right there with ‘em | |
| Dirty dirty get it good girl, all the way from Pasadena | |
| I ain't afraid to take my time, I know you don't care neither | |
| This is a testament to everything I left them with | |
| I gotta do my thing baby cause I'm heaven sent | |
| Do your thing | |
| You know you got nothing to hide | |
| Why won't you stop being shy? | |
| Come along for the ride | |
| And the world is a crazy place | |
| Everybody saving face | |
| Forget about the cameras and ball | |
| So you tell ‘em I'm a boss and they're thinking I'm a player | |
| Jensen Reed all your needs I'm a fly rhyme-sayer | |
| At times I've been contemplating never mistaken | |
| On point like Uni-Ball pens watch me rock it ‘til the end | |
| Baby girl how you doing? Hope you living it right | |
| Am I being to forward to ask your plans for the night? | |
| See the way you dancing on the floor it's got me uptight | |
| I'd like to put you and your friends in my cameras spotlight | |
| Snapshot, click, flash, now rotate your positions | |
| Cook me up some breakfast in a thong in the kitchen | |
| It's a long intermission, we got all night | |
| You do your thing little ladies | |
| Keep doing it right |
| It' s all a game we want fame, we want money and cars | |
| I' m talking big big bucks, let me buy out the bar | |
| Brought another couple dancers in that bigass car | |
| So the busters know they love us, got ' em crossing their hears | |
| Speak the truth if you need to cause you in love with the feeling | |
| How bout you catch up with me later for some sexual healing? | |
| Put your hands to ceiling, cause you riding and dealing | |
| While inside they be wildin' out, I' m right there with ' em | |
| Dirty dirty get it good girl, all the way from Pasadena | |
| I ain' t afraid to take my time, I know you don' t care neither | |
| This is a testament to everything I left them with | |
| I gotta do my thing baby cause I' m heaven sent | |
| Do your thing | |
| You know you got nothing to hide | |
| Why won' t you stop being shy? | |
| Come along for the ride | |
| And the world is a crazy place | |
| Everybody saving face | |
| Forget about the cameras and ball | |
| So you tell ' em I' m a boss and they' re thinking I' m a player | |
| Jensen Reed all your needs I' m a fly rhymesayer | |
| At times I' ve been contemplating never mistaken | |
| On point like UniBall pens watch me rock it ' til the end | |
| Baby girl how you doing? Hope you living it right | |
| Am I being to forward to ask your plans for the night? | |
| See the way you dancing on the floor it' s got me uptight | |
| I' d like to put you and your friends in my cameras spotlight | |
| Snapshot, click, flash, now rotate your positions | |
| Cook me up some breakfast in a thong in the kitchen | |
| It' s a long intermission, we got all night | |
| You do your thing little ladies | |
| Keep doing it right |
| It' s all a game we want fame, we want money and cars | |
| I' m talking big big bucks, let me buy out the bar | |
| Brought another couple dancers in that bigass car | |
| So the busters know they love us, got ' em crossing their hears | |
| Speak the truth if you need to cause you in love with the feeling | |
| How bout you catch up with me later for some sexual healing? | |
| Put your hands to ceiling, cause you riding and dealing | |
| While inside they be wildin' out, I' m right there with ' em | |
| Dirty dirty get it good girl, all the way from Pasadena | |
| I ain' t afraid to take my time, I know you don' t care neither | |
| This is a testament to everything I left them with | |
| I gotta do my thing baby cause I' m heaven sent | |
| Do your thing | |
| You know you got nothing to hide | |
| Why won' t you stop being shy? | |
| Come along for the ride | |
| And the world is a crazy place | |
| Everybody saving face | |
| Forget about the cameras and ball | |
| So you tell ' em I' m a boss and they' re thinking I' m a player | |
| Jensen Reed all your needs I' m a fly rhymesayer | |
| At times I' ve been contemplating never mistaken | |
| On point like UniBall pens watch me rock it ' til the end | |
| Baby girl how you doing? Hope you living it right | |
| Am I being to forward to ask your plans for the night? | |
| See the way you dancing on the floor it' s got me uptight | |
| I' d like to put you and your friends in my cameras spotlight | |
| Snapshot, click, flash, now rotate your positions | |
| Cook me up some breakfast in a thong in the kitchen | |
| It' s a long intermission, we got all night | |
| You do your thing little ladies | |
| Keep doing it right |