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Текст (слова) песни: Common - Nuthin to Do



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 days

The idiot vibin, Im the comma comma chamelion

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

It had maxed, I was with bitches that had coochie

Bassum wasnt rollin starters, looking harder than niggas

Hoes wore clothes, that exposed their figures

Aint 7 steps in the jam, next the police come

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

We come to the get together with whatever

You wouldnt know how deep it was, we all did shit together

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

The next cue, lets do it again yall

That was when mad was tall and phat was cold

The days of old chicage and fun town and shorties we run round

Play strike outs till sun down, but the shit aint 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 incom fair

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

Liquior

(who? ) our neighborhood father figure

Hook:

Im out with my crew, aint nuthin to do but ah,

"niggas be rollin" - ol dirty bastard from protect ya neck

Aint 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 know I had the nickel in mines

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

Its like rain drops couldnt make our game stop

Skeeter will hit from the same spot

Torla tore my shit down, get down, put your body in motion

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 "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

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 posisions held class crooked ass but still go the division

(I remember that) over yamelas crib while his old girl was at work

Bust a smoothie 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 shore by yourself castin stay up your act

What you could make of it, you was a gump they was takin shit

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

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 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 aint nobody shot

Hook

 

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