[Verse 1: Maseo]
Me, Plug Three
The one they call Baby Huey
The one that gets all the buddy (All the buddy)
Yeah, that's right

[Verse 2: Mike G]
A fat funky fruit with a whole lot of tang
A little something called "Doing Our Own Thang"
Breaking the beat others wished they broke
Bassline so dope that you just might choke
Don't bite off something that you can't chew
And don't trail behind when I'm coming through
Fronting the feel that you really can't feel
'Cause you're trying to feel what's on my reel to reel

[Verse 3: Q-Tip]
A tree is growing
Can't you see what I see? A ripe, new fruit to boot
We count to ten before we pass the coots
Now that's family
Equipped with the brothers and the sisters
And the sisters and the brothers and all the others
With the funky flairs, the bugged-out hairs
It's the life of Riley, I'm really ready
Gazing at the gala filled rap
The cool June bugs, the wicks, the wacks
Praise the rhythms for what it be
And praise the Lord for the JB's ('Cause we're doin' our own thing)
[Chorus: Queen Latifah]
We're doing our own thang (We're doin' our own thing)
We're doing our own thang (We're doin' our own thing)
We're doing our own thang (We're doin' our own thing)
We're doing our own thang (We're doin' our own thing)

[Verse 4: Posdnuos]
Isn't it cool when you cut your hand
And then the blood is red instead of sellout green
This is not music for an R&B mind
This is a flower intertwined with a vine
In other words, this is raw
You see what I mean? Or see what Grandpa Bam saw
The funk we transmit is unstable
One condition if I am able to say (Yes, you may)
Well, hey, let's get on with it
Vocal confetti is thrown, sometimes spitted
Out the vents of hecklers and fans
Either which way, they all hop on the band
The band, the band, here comes the band
A tribe of fingers all on one hand
Me, myself, and I is dark
Monie Love the mouthpiece, it's now yours to spark

[Verse 5: Monie Love]
Sister Monie, the only one here who missed a plane back to London
Residing with my brothers and I learned a lot from them
About the groove, how to be smooth and play funky
And sometimes rated it's kind of funky, but it's cool
For we are beyond all the stereotypes
Coordination crazy, but still it sounds hype
Rocking off and on beat, and I do believe I'm right (You're right)
Am I wrong? (Yeah, psych)
Don't be mad, be glad I missed the plane, I'm staying
With my Brothers Jungle, Soul, and the Tribe, I'm saying
Funky, funky rhymes that always stay in swing
I believe we doing our own thing
[Instrumental Break]

[Verse 6: Afrika]
My family sets all the trends
From Soul II Soul on to Loose Ends
A&R men sign groups like them
'Cause that's where the money's at, honey
The industry's filled with copycats
R&B mixed with sloppy raps
Tribes like us always open doors
But what for, so you can get yours?
You ain't in to it, all you want is profit
So I ask you please to stop it
Leave me alone, get off my bone
'Cause I'm doing my own

[Verse 7: Mike G]
A new seed, a new breed
A new menu to feed the greed
A new pair of boots for a new piece of butt
Sweet Daddy, are you there? (Sammy B is on the cut)
Spin it back for a rap that's laid back
Ready to kick back those who give no slack
I may rock a rhyme or I may start to sing
But still, I'm doing my own thing
[Instrumental Break]

[Outro: Monie Love]
We're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
'Cause we're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
'Cause we're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
We're doin' our own thing
'Cause we're doin' our own thing, doin' our own thing