Do Our Thang Big Pokey (Ft. Chamillionaire & Mussilini)

(*talking*)
Hold up, it's the Mix Tape Messiah
Boy Pokey, know I'm tal'n bout
Rolling vehicles on swangs, diamonds on our chains yeah

[Hook]
Go on show em, how we do our thang
Throwing diamonds in my chain, show em how we do our thang
Rolling vehicles on swangs, go on show em how we do our thang
Throwing liquor in my brain, throw some dick off in your dame
And let my niggas, do the same

[Chamillionaire]
Up on a hill, but Chamill time to chill
I ain't trying to sit still, just trying to peel
I put my hand, wrapped up around the wheel
Turned down one mill, and shining still
Not panicking, I'm landing in Nevada and five grand I spend
I'm mashing in you mad again, well I'm throwing sand in two tanned twins
Rims gigantic and, you pissed cursing and slandering
Cause I'm on the other side, of the planet and
You stuck watching, Making the Band again
Having sex with your hand again, keep sticking your dick in your stiff hand
Act like, you wannna plex with Cham
Cause your pockets, addicted to stick man
Don't forget to switch hands, can't knock us the top up
We fold up trunk locked up, unlocked up and popped up
You boys think I'm diabetic, I don't mess with you sweet cakes
I eat steaks and we chase, the green face like beef cakes
Chamillionaire, but they call me Pistol Pete in each state
For pete sake if he hate, my heat make his teeth break
Deface, he think we playing with y'all
And that boy, be able to taste his DNA in his jaw