Natural Elements - “Tell Me Something Good”

[Emcee(s): Mr. Voodoo, L-Swift, and A-Butta]

[Producer(s): Charlemagne]

[Intro: L-Swift and (A-Butta)]

All day, all night

(Word up) All night, all day

(Too many ways) All day, all night

(Too many days) All night, all day

(Too many ways) All day, all night

(Too many days) All night, all day

(Too many ways) All day, all night

(Tell me something) All night, all day

[Verse 1: Mr. Voodoo]

Yo

I shine like diamond gems with no flaws

While y’all flow dead like hoes with menopause. Go ‘head

Defend your cause, but that’s my flow you’re freaking

I know the secret—let’s just pretend it’s yours. Niggas

Half-men, half-bull like minotaur, stay yapping

But I stay clapping nine-double-m’s at jaws. I’m

From Brooklyn, the place where men spark when dark, bubble

Marijuana seeds in New York from Denmark

Embarked a father of two, came back a father

Of three. Y’all lame cats ain’t bothering me

I’m a slave to the life, morally depraved and trife

Rob you blind but can’t hustle to save my life

The drug game? Can’t fuck with it, couldn’t carve a ditch, can’t pimp

‘Cause if I had a ho, I’d probably starve the bitch, so I

Target the rich ‘til me and my squadron

Get rich, sew shit up like yarn in a stitch

[Hook: A-Butta, (Mr. Voodoo), and {L-Swift}]

Ayyo

Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many days

To spend wasted. I could taste it. (I got)

(More flows to rap). {Tell me something good}. (I got)

(More hoes to tap). {Tell me something good}. (I got)

(More foes to jack). {Tell me something good}. (More)

(Four-fours to clap). {Tell me something good}

[Verse 2: L-Swift]

Yo, yo, I got vision for this

2-0/2-0, I see where I’m going, know where

I’ve been. I breathe when I’m flowing, hold it in

Straight-up and diggy, niggas say I smoke too much when I blaze

Me a fifty and reign/rain like April is in me

Soak you up. Y’all niggas never say what you feel. I let

My nuts hang—stay if you’re real. I bust thangs

Fuck who you’re with. When niggas get bust in their lip, they’re on

Some BET shit like, “I’ve just been hit.” Who

Made this overproof, Kool-Aid mix? I squeeze

Your ho from the bottom on some toothpaste shit

Those who know me well roll me an L. Type of niggas I’m with

Blast you at point-blank and show you the shell

With your name on it, written in cursive. Watch me, nigga

Talk that shit to the nurses, not me, yo

I called my penis a genius. Now I’ll watch

Two bitches play with each other like Serena and Venus

Yo, I’m half-high and half-drunk (What’s up with them?)

Yo, they’re half-drive and half-punk (Can’t fuck with them)

Yo, I’ll bust a man, cupful of gin. Northeast Bronx

In this motherfucker again. Tell ‘em, A, yo

[Hook: A-Butta, (L-Swift), and {Both}]

Ayyo

Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many days

To spend wasted. I could taste it. (I got)

(Some buddha in my right hand). {Tell me something good}. (I got)

(Some liquor in my left hand). {Tell me something good}. (There’s five)

(Hundred bitches free, yo). {Tell me something good}. (We ride)

(Wild in the streets, yo)

[Verse 3: A-Butta]

Yo, son, I got

More money to make (What?), more houses to buy (Right) ‘til I’m

Lounging in the sky, looking down on this Earth. Since birth

I wondered how that I could make it worth it, shipping

Gold like an ancient merchant, every verse and word

Spit is nurturing. Went from feeling worthless to feeling

Like a billionaire—am I really in here? Too many

Years with phillies and beers, I’m glad I reversed it

Shifting gears, have to murk, kid, for real

(We drive by now) Instead of the train, we have whips

(I wild out now) Getting brain from mad chicks

(Alive, out now) I’m better than ever, forever

(We ride out now) Hold cheddar and never gon’ let up

[Bridge 1: L-Swift]

Yeah

Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many days

To spend wasted. I could taste it

[Verse 4: A-Butta]

Chill, catch a four-four facelift. So torn

I swore I saw a spaceship, North Face with Hennessey stains

Driving drunk down Memory Lane. The game

Will never be the same—let me explain. Catch neck

Pains from the heaviest chains, cock and aim, stock

Exchange, exchange shots in the rain. How the saying go?

[Hook: A-Butta and L-Swift]

[A-Butta and (L-Swift)]

Ayyo

Too many ways to get paid, kid, too many days

To spend wasted. I could taste it. I got

Money in the bank, man. (Tell me something good). I got

E-Trade stock, yo. (Tell me something good). I got

A whole lot of hoes, man. (Tell me something good). I got

A whole lot of flows. (Tell me something good)

[L-Swift]

Yo, NE up in this motherfucker (Tell me something good). Ayyo

Y’all niggas take a sip now (Tell me something good). Yeah, ayyo

We all up in this bitch now (Tell me something good)

All y’all niggas best to switch now (Tell me something good)

Word up

[Bridge 2 (Overlapped with Outro): L-Swift and (A-Butta)]

All day, all night

All night, all day

All day, all night

All night, all day

All day, all night

All night, all day

All day, all night

All night, all day

[Outro (Overlapped with Bridge 2): L-Swift and A-Butta]

L-Swift: Yeah

A-Butta: Right

L-Swift: Tell me something good. Hahaha

A-Butta: Let’s get smoked out. Ha, word up, I get smoked out. Haha, we get smoked out. Y’all niggas know. (What?) Smoke out. Word up, tell me something good, yo. Word up, tell me something good, yo. Uh, what? Get smoked out. Uh, word up, what? Smoke out. Let ‘em know, yo, know, yo