Do Ya Thing
Cam'ron Lyrics


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This is a remix
Dipset, Killa Cam, duke da God

I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene

And you're not from the regime and I'm popular with fiends
No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam

And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it

Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it

More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa

Yes, honey got money, yea my money is right
But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
You don't do math, eight million in ice

And yeah, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play

Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples, hey
Juelz got the whistle
Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K

And this is the chronicles of Killa
And don't smoke 'cause the chronic it'll kill ya
I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa

Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it

Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it
Do ya thing, do ya thing, do it

More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa




More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa

Overall Meaning

The lyrics to Cam'ron and Nicole Wray's "Do Ya Thing" remix are all about flaunting wealth and success. Cam'ron brags about his money and possessions, such as mansions, cars, and Prada clothing. He claims he doesn't need a dollar anymore and that he can make cheddar on his own. The song also alludes to drugs, with Cam'ron mentioning that he's popular with fiends and refers to different areas in New York City where he's hoppin' on the scene.


In the second verse, Cam'ron continues with his boasting, this time rapping about his jewelry and specifically his watch that cost $8 million. He also mentions his girlfriend and her nipple piercings, and Juelz Santana makes an appearance on the track with his whistle. The chorus repeats the phrase "do ya thing" four times, and the song ends with more references to killing.


Overall, the song is a classic example of the hip-hop genre, where the artists rap about their wealth and success as a way to gain clout and status in the industry. The lyrics also touch on darker themes such as drugs and violence, which is a common motif in the genre.


Line by Line Meaning

This is a remix
Introduction to a new version of the song with different music.


Dipset, Killa Cam, duke da God
Referring to the artists involved in the production of the song.


I make cheddar that's cheddar, you gotta say bravo
I make a lot of money and it's impressive.


Ma mess with me, I'm better than lotto
If you mess with me, you're more likely to win big than just playing the lottery.


Got more than a million, fuck a dollar and a dream
I have more than a million dollars, and don't need to rely on just dreaming of being rich.


You don't even need a dollar, holla at the team
You don't even need any money, just reach out to our group.


Chicken, cornbread, collared on your greens
Enjoying Southern-style food and dressing well.


Mansions, cars, Prada on your jeans
Living a luxurious life and wearing expensive clothes.


Hell in Harlem, I'm poppin' up in Queens
Causing a commotion and being successful in different New York neighborhoods.


Brooklyn, the Bronx, hoppin' on the scene
Being active and successful in different parts of New York City.


And you're not from the regime and I'm popular with fiends
Even if you're not part of our group, people still know me and like me.


No gossip they cop it, crotched up in a lean
People don't talk about me behind my back, they come right to me and get involved in my activities.


Cars I cop it, crotched up and I lean
I buy expensive cars and I drive them recklessly.


Seventy five, dropped it on a Beam
Spending $75k on a fancy car brand called a Beam.


And you love the way I'm bouncin' it, weed I roll a pound of it
People enjoy the way I dance and party, and I have plenty of marijuana to share.


Ya'll niggaz are counterfeit, money I stay countin' it
Other people are fake, but I'm genuine and I count my money often.


Throw a punch and I counter quick, down to flip
I'm able to react quickly in a fight and change my stance.


Beef I love the sound of it, your crib'll be surround in it
I enjoy fighting and I'll cause chaos in your home.


Yes, honey got money, yea my money is right
I have a lot of money, and I'm doing well.


But my wrist so bright, look like 'Sunny Delight'
My watch is so shiny and bright, it looks like a popular orange-flavored drink.


Twenty K times twenty, times twenty the price
My jewelry is very expensive, costing over $8 million.


You don't do math, eight million in ice
You might not understand how much my jewelry costs, but it's worth around $8 million.


And yeah, I got more to tell must be bored as hell
I have a lot more to say, and I'm assuming you're bored and need entertainment.


Electronic jewelry, I need a 'Duracell'
My jewelry is so flashy and bright, I need powerful batteries to make it work.


Battery triple A, where the icicles lay
I specifically need AAA batteries, where my diamond jewelry is hanging.


And beat you with a wiffle bat, all over a nickel play
I could hurt you badly with a plastic bat, just over a small amount of money.


Girlfriend, my girlfriend got the nickel plate
My girlfriend has a gun, made of nickel.


Right in the bra, it tickle her little nipples, hey
She keeps the gun in her bra, for quick access.


Juelz got the whistle
Juelz has a whistle, probably meaning he is in charge.


Me, I got the whistle that whistle right through the pistol K
I have a more deadly weapon, that sounds like a whistle when fired.


And this is the chronicles of Killa
This song is all about my story - Killa's story.


And don't smoke 'cause the chronic it'll kill ya
Don't smoke marijuana regularly, it can have harmful effects.


I'm a monster and gorilla, that'll conquer for the scrilla
I'm like a monster, unstoppable and fierce, and I will do anything for money.


You will get an invoice you vomit in the villa
If you cross me, you'll receive a bill for the damages you caused while getting sick in my luxurious home.


More killing killing, more killing killing, for Killa, Killa
The chorus repeats, emphasizing that Killa is all about violence and killing.




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: CAMERON GILES, CHARLES STEPNEY, MAURICE WHITE, VERDINE WHITE

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Comments from YouTube:

@JonBlazeLIVE

I just played this 10 times in a row in 2022. Classic.

@cashmoney2275

this track bumps hard in the whip EVERY summer, any year

@Redboy1ism

This joint is banging. The boy Killa Cam , is in a class all by himself. This has that " Summer 1988 " feel too it. Made for whips and Harlem nights.

@bmuche7

Truly amazing production. Crazy beat!

@dionmarshall2077

2020 and this still slaps

@lilone1046

Still a classic 🔥

@lilone1046

🔥

@jotaknows

Classic song! Still bangs in 2020, timeless! Killa!

@babyboystar90

I've always loved this song, I finally found it! =)

@hitmanhart670

Cam just flows so effortlessly its amazing to listen to

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