Doin` Our Own Dang

[Maceo]<br>Me, Plug Three, the one they call Baby Huey<br>The one that gets all the money (all the money)<br>Yeah, that`s right<br><br>[Dove]<br>A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang<br>A little something called "Doing Our Own Thang"<br>Breaking the beat others wished they broke<br>Bassline so dope that you just might choke<br>Don`t bite off something that you can`t chew<br>And don`t trail behind when I`m coming through<br>Fronting the feel that you really can`t feel<br>Cause you`re trying to feel what`s on my reel to reel<br><br>[Q-Tip]<br>A tree is growing<br>Can`t you see what I see? A white blue fruit to boot<br>We count to ten before we pass the crews, now that`s family<br>Equipped with the brothers and the sisters and the sisters and the brothers<br>And all others, with the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs<br>It`s the life of Riley, I`m really ready<br>Gazing at the dollar fill of rap<br>The cool june bugs, the wicks, the wacks<br>Praise the rhythms for what it beez<br>And praise the Lord for the JB`s<br><br> We`re doing our own thang (Repeat 4x)<br><br>[Posdnuos]<br>Isn`t it cool when you cut your hair<br>And the blood is red instead of sellout green<br>This is not the music for an R&B mind<br>This is flower intertwined with a vine<br>(In other words this is rose)<br>You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw<br>Funk we transmit is unstable<br>One condition if I am able to say<br>(Yes you may) Well hey, let`s get on with it<br>Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted<br>Out the vents of hecklers and fans<br>Either which way they all hop on the van<br>The band, the band, here comes the band<br>The tribe of fingers all on one hand<br>Me, myself, and I are dark<br>Monie Love the mouthpiece, it`s now yours to spark<br><br>[Monie Love]<br>Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London<br>Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them<br>About the group, how to be smooth and play funky<br>And sometimes rated it`s kind of funky, but it`s cool<br>For we are beyond the stereotypes<br>Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype<br>Rocking on and off beat, and I do believe I`m right (You`re right)<br>Am I wrong? (Yeah, son)<br>Don`t be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I`m staying<br>With the Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe I`m saying<br>Funky funky rhymes that always stay in swing<br>I believe we doing our own thing<br><br> We`re doing our own thang (Repeat 4x)<br><br>[Afrika]<br>Well my family sets all the trends<br>From soul to soul, large to loose ends<br>?And I all my groups like kill? <br>(Cause that`s where the money`s at)<br>Yeah, the industry`s filled with copycats<br>R&B mixed with sloppy raps<br>Tribes like us always open doors<br>But what for, so you can get yours?<br>You ain`t in to it, all you want is profit<br>So I ask you please to stop it<br>Leave me alone, get off my bone<br>Cause I`m doing my own...<br><br>[Mike G]<br>A new seed, a new breed<br>A new man you to feed the greed<br>A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt<br>Sweet daddy are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut!)<br>Spinning back for a rap that`s laid back<br>Read to kic back, those get no slack<br>I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing<br>But still, I`m doing my own thing<br><br>[Dove]<br>In comes the mood of Jungle and Daisies<br>Play the same and let the vibes grace me<br>All hold hands and let`s walk about<br>And form a cirlce and talk about<br>Don`t follow the path that we`re stepping<br>Truth to the soul is what I`m cramming<br>Reasons for this is that the family`s strong<br>And like Bob Marley said "We`re jammin"<br>Seeing is beliving, so see and believe<br>And let the groove of the new proceed<br>A whole bunch of love, peace signs, and fun<br>So let`s do what`s got to be done, you know?