Do Your Thing

Lyrics

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