Natural Elements (ft. Charlemagne, Dante Pacino, and Mr. Voodoo) - “Do Your Thing”
[Emcee(s): Charlemagne, Dante Pacino, and Mr. Voodoo]
[Producer(s): Charlemagne]
[Verse 1: Charlemagne]
Life is tough, so I gotta be tougher. Give me
The Visa, Gold MasterCard, and the Discover. I want
My brothers with low jeans and Timbs, Armani
Suits and rims. Big TIM breaks limbs. Do it
Legal to avoid the scars and pain
Maintain to listen to beats by Charlemagne
Mack, pay tax, make loot in stacks. Me and
Kosi charging thirty G’s a track, in fact
Call it a lecture, a visual picture
Sipping on a milk-and-Kahlua type mixture
It’s the brother whose soul’s on the road
Living on Earth on the land, they stole my gold
Itch to get anything I lack, and, on my wall
I want a gold and a platinum plaque
Honey-coated honeys begging for the math, grabbing
The staff, chilling in my private bath
Tommy Hill, wear fly gear, sport the best
‘Cause no one on this Earth could put the Fort to rest—don’t test
Give me the dollar, keep the dream
And watch how this one-man team keeps the cream
[Hook: Dante Pacino, Mr. Voodoo, and Charlemagne] (x2)
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Give me
The nickel-plated Glock and honey up the block
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Give me
The Rolex watch and the ring with the rocks
[Verse 2: Dante Pacino]
No more
Heartaches hustling tapes. Searching for the break got me
Flipping eggs in the plates filled with mignon steaks
All clichés, “Forever” on the pinky tag
On the wrist. Martini twist kind that keeps the notes crisp
For nickel toe-tagger. Duck, spin, shells scatter
Rhymes with a bloody dagger. My thoughts grab ya
Pacino calls all the shots. Got cover girls calling
Dante Daddy, getting head in the Allanté Caddy
Or stretch Lincoln. My mansion’s worth millions
From milking stocks and bonds like Mike Milken, never
Go broke. My full street’s paved with gold. Maintain
A whole platinum soul, story is told. Pacino
Keeps it low-pro’, stolen Jag is dark-tinted
Contact the spirit, live the life for a hot minute
[Hook: Dante Pacino, Mr. Voodoo, and Charlemagne]
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Give me
The nickel-plated Glock and honey up the block
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Give me
The Rolex watch and the ring with the rocks
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
And I won’t stop until I reach the top
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
And I’ll plant seeds so I can reap cash crops
[Verse 3: Mr. Voodoo]
Yeah, yeah, now as the
World turn, I churn rum on my tongue ‘til it burn
My only concern’s to learn new ways to earn the cream, I yearn like
Fiends do coke, to invest in West Indian smoke
Debit c-notes on Lebanese dope. See, I promote
Terrorism like Libya, sponsor cocoa farms like
Bolivia, mountain recliners with my insignias
Suites in the Waldorf surrounded by thugs with sawed-offs
Pay the D.A. to lay off, The Beast to keep the law off
My tail, wait and yell, using justice as scales
‘Cause in these last days, senseless crime prevails, so I’m
Relentless, my defense is my sixth senses. Sometimes, I roll
With hoods who get loot for stolen goods from fences
[Hook: Dante Pacino, Mr. Voodoo, and Charlemagne]
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Give me
The nickel-plated Glock and honey up the block
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Give me
The Rolex watch and the ring with the rocks
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
And I won’t stop until I reach the top
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
And I’ll plant seeds so I can reap cash crops
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Dante Pacino]
To my niggas on the run, shooting slugs at cops
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Mr. Voodoo]
Fat knots, fat dots, and Black Talon shots
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Charlemagne]
Get the foreign drop-tops for props and helicops
[Dante Pacino and Mr. Voodoo]
Do your
Thing, son. Do your thing, and it don’t stop
[Dante Pacino]
Spark
Nickel Desert Eagles, MAC-11s, and ooh-wops
