- Song Name: Nuthin' to Do
- Artist Name: Common
- Album: Resurrection
- Songwriters: Ernest Dion Wilson, Lonnie Rashid Lynn
- Release Date: 1994.10.25
- Label: Relativity
LYRICS FOR "Nuthin' to Do"
Check it on the one
Check it on the one
Check it on the one
And check it out
My raps do laps around tracks to the days
The idiot vibin'
I use to pop the willy on my blue and gray sting ray
It had maxed
Bassum wasn't rollin' Starters
Hoes wore clothes that exposed their figures
Ain't 7 steps in the jam
Heist there would be one
We come to the get together with whatever
You wouldn't know how deep it was
Eat up all your vittles
The next cue
That was when mad was tall and phat was cold
The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town and shorties we run 'round
Play strike outs till sun down but the s*** ain't as fun now
And the city is all run down
Talking cat down on some gear
I stare
Who use to cop our liquor
(Who?)
Our neighborhood father figure
I'm out with my crew
Niggas be rollin'
Ol' dirty b****** from protect ya neck
Ain't nowhere to go
Niggas be rollin'
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops 'cause um
Niggas be rollin'
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats 'cause um
Niggas be rollin'
I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style
Since I went to McDowell
And penny loafers know I had the nickel in mines
We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme
It's like rain drops
Skeeter will hit from the same spot
Torla tore my s*** down
Only the strong survive but on the 6 or the 5
Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket
Wrong club with music by Andre Hatchet
Or either Beat Box Ferris at them country club parties
Would be hot as hell and house stud would get
Sawyers
I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there
Was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes
Is who I mess with
With your positions held class crooked ass but still go the division
(I remember that)
Over Yamela's crib while his old girl was at work
Bust a smoothie on the spread but sill have some on your shirt
I'm out with my crew
Niggas be rollin'
Ol' dirty b****** from protect ya neck
Ain't nowhere to go
Niggas be rollin'
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops 'cause um
Niggas be rollin'
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats 'cause um
Niggas be rollin'
I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the tone master
I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
Then HBK was the only station that would f*** with rap
You was on the shore by yourself castin' stay up your act
What you could make of it
Either fight or break for it
My drink there was Boons and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avenlon and being in a pool
I thought I was cool with my ?Members only?
And a bold fade wall to wall greens to get
The sport gray and palmade And soft breasts
As we got older we would star crush and bang f***
Go to Marshals and change tags
And games are off the wall
When I first got my three way callin'
Home of the original gangbangers and ain't nobody shot
I'm out with my crew
Niggas be rollin'
Ol' dirty b****** from protect ya neck
Ain't nowhere to go
Niggas be rollin'
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops 'cause um
Niggas be rollin'
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats 'cause um
Niggas be rollin'
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