Common - Nuthin' To Do Lyrics
Intro:Check it on the one, you com is gonna come (x3)And check it out, ha.Verse 1:My raps do laps around tracks to the daysThe idiot vibin, Im the comma comma chamelionI use to pop the willy on my blue and gray sting rayIt had maxed, I was with *****es that had coochieBassum wasnt rollin starters, looking harder than niggasHoes wore clothes, that exposed their figuresAint 7 steps in the jam, next the police comeHeist there would be one, numbers I would get at least oneWe come to the get together with whateverYou wouldnt know how deep it was, we all did shit togetherEat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step toThe next cue, lets do it again yallThat was when mad was tall and phat was coldThe days of old chicage and fun town and shorties we run roundPlay strike outs till sun down, but the shit aint as fun nowAnd the city is all run down, we troop down to jew townTalking cat down on some gear, have enough for a polish incom fairI stare, at what use to be bubbles and think about who use to cop ourLiquior(who? ) our neighborhood father figureHook:Im out with my crew, aint nuthin to do but ah,Niggas be rollin - ol dirty bastard from protect ya neckAint nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while iNiggas be rollinGotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause umNiggas be rollinWe gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause umNiggas be rollinVerse 2:I got more rhymes then the manor got folks had styleSince I went to mcdowl, wearin boatsAnd penny loafers know I had the nickel in minesWe use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhymeIts like rain drops couldnt make our game stopSkeeter will hit from the same spotTorla tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motionOnly the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5Live as hot as sex use to be at the racketWrong club with music by andre hatchetOr either beat box ferris at them country club partiesWould be hot as hell and house stud would get find a body!Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rareI like the music anyways and it was always hoes thereWas said to have the best chicks but mostly high park and v hoesIs who I mess with, the best shit was troopin to the loopWith your posisions held class crooked ass but still go the division(I remember that) over yamelas crib while his old girl was at workBust a smoothie on the spread, but sill have some on your shirtHookVerse 3:I tuned into bmx and taped farly on the tonemasterI took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home fasterThen hbk was the only station that would ***** with rapYou was on the shore by yourself castin stay up your actWhat you could make of it, you was a gump they was takin shitEither fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get fullMy drink there was boons and red bullI remember swimming in avenlon, and being in a poolI thought I was cool, with my members only and a bold fadeWall to wall greens to get the sport gray and palmadeAnd soft breasts, as we got older we would star crush and bang fagsGo to marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggasAnd games are off the wall, in softball, piggy one I would callWhen I first got my three way callin, I caught marsh tryin to lieHome of the original gangbangers, and aint nobody shotHook
