"Do That There (Ft. Cut Chemist)" as written by and Tom William Shimura Lucas Christian Mac Fadden....
Now who comes close gets crushed like clay pots
With Unlimited flow never stay in the same spot
Everything in life's got a place to make rock
If you feel it in your heart, reach out like Redd Foxx
Baby I'm on board, you don't need your pay stubs
In the galaxy bus, we pullin' out all stops
From the Bay to LA, just like the Grapevine
Big shout to my maker, Chemist and J5
All the women in the spot that's making the place pop
That branch from bass chocolate
Asia good cop, go in, state the obvious
Legs and tank tops
Y'all keep on truckin' you're doing a great job
For ain't no stage I won't take from playing cards
In the burgundy coats, snake boots and black socks
On the Barbary coats, playin' host to ex-wives
With the bubbly flowin', cuff links and fake rocks

When I do that damn thing,
I do that damn thing
I do that damn thing
I do that there.
When I do that damn thing,
I do that damn thing
I do that damn thing
I do that there.

Now I am a warrior, faith healer, soldier
One day the ultimate general
Called me in to headquarters
Gave me an order
"Son, I bestow the gift of rap on ya
Fight for the cause but don't be a martyr"
I'm your DJ on the steel Wheel of Fortune
Gave me an order???
Show this performer ways to change culture
Yes, better believe that he did when he did
Blessed me with excellence
With the fat and the thin
I'm so real y'all pretend
Pettiness ain't my thing never has never been
So many of y'all MCs never passed the entry-level position
I'm guessing eventually
Y'all feel so empty
Disappear gently
Like a whisper in the wind, come messing with LB


Whoa! Cut Chemist
Bring it back now

Well abracadabra
I saddled up a camel, traveled the Sahara
And the avenues of Casablanca
Ran into the ??? Family snackin' on an Abba-Zabba cabbage patch
And practicin' the macarena with - who?
Santana, Santa, a panda, my grandma, Dracula, Aladdin, and the Dalai Lama
Beretta and a mannequin
Then I slipped on a banana
Landed on a hammock in Havana
Sippin' on a can of apple Fanta
Bit by a piranha when I swam into Atlantis on the back of a manta
I paddled with a spatula back to Atlanta
Where I had a hamburger with Hammer's manager
Afterwards he handed me eleven laminates for
The Tropicana where I had a romantic encounter with
Janet, Pamela, Tamara, Selma, Anna, Calamity Jane, Samantha Vanity, Miss Japan Canada and Bananarama in the back of an Acura



Lyrics submitted by archmage

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