Nuthin' To Do Lyrics - Singles - Common Sense

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 and adapts 

to any environment I'm the comma comma Chameleon 

I use to pop a willy on my blue and gray sting ray 

that had mags, that is when bitches had Gucci bags 

And wasn't rock'n Starters looking harder than niggas 

Hoes wore clothes that exposed their figures 

87 steps in the jam, next the police come 

fights there would be one, numbers I would get at least one 

We come to the get together with whatever 

You wouldn't know how deep we was, we all didn't sit together 

Eat up all your vittles, drink your brew and then step to 

The next que, let's do it again y'all 

That was when mad was tall and phat was cold 

The days of Old Chicago and Fun Town as shorties we run round 

Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit ain't as fun now 

And the city is all run down, we troop down to Jew Town 

Talking cat down on some gear, have enough for a Polish and car fair 

I stare, at what use to be Bubbles and think about who use to cop our 

liquor 

(Who?) Our neighborhood father figure 

Hook: 

I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but ah, 

"Niggas be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty Bastard from Protect Ya Neck 

Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I 

"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'" 

Verse 2: 

I got more rhymes then the Manor got folks had style 

Since I went to McDowl, wearin' boats 

And penny loafers yo I had the nickel in mines 

We use to hoop in my yard but now I dribble the rhyme 

It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop 

Skeeter will hit from the SAME spot 

Jamal had tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motion 

Only the strong survive, whether on the 6 or the 5 

Live as hot as sex use to be at the Racket 

Ball 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 "Find a body!" 

Sawyers I would go there, hip hop clubs were so rare 

I like the music anyways and it was always hoes there 

Whitney Young and Kenwood was said to have the best chicks but mostly High Park and V hoes Is who I mess with, 

The best shit was troopin' to the loop with your positions cutting class to get ass but still go the division 

(I remember that) Over ya mella's crib while his old girl was at work 

Bust a spolie on the spread, but sill have some on your shirt 

Hook 

Verse 3: 

I tuned into BMX and taped Farly on the tonemaster 

I took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster 

Then HBK was the only station that would fuck with rap 

You was on the shaw by yourself cats a say up your hat 

What you could you make of it, you was a gump they'd take ya shit 

Either fight or break for it, we go to the lake and get full 

My drink then was Boons and Red Bull 

I remember swimming in Avenlon, and peeing in a pool 

I thought I was cool, with my "members only" and a bowl fade, walk to Walgreen to get the sportin wave pomade, and soft brush, 

as we got older we would stalk rush and bang fags 

Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas 

And games are off the wall, in softball, Piggy one I would call 

When I first got my three way callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie 

Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody Chi