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Текст (слова) песни: Common Sense - Nuthin` to Do

[Intro]
Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come {*repeat 3X*}
And check it out, ha

[Verse 1]
My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
to any environment.. I`m the comma comma chamelion
I use to pop a wheelie on my blue and gray stingray, it had mags
That was when bitches had gucci tags
And wasn`t rockin` Starters, looking harder than niggas
Hoes wore clothes, that exposed they figures
8-7 stepped in the jam, next the police come
Fights there would be one, numbers I`d get at least one
We`d come to the get-together with whoever
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 cue, 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`s all run down
We`d troop down to Jew Town, talk a cat down on some gear
Have enough for a Polish and car fare
I stare, at what use to be better
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" -> ODB
Ain`t nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB
Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB
We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
"Niggas be rollin" -> ODB

[Verse 2]
I got more rhymes than The Manor got folks
Had style since I went to McDowell, wearin` boats
And penny loafers though 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 would hit from the SAME spot
`til Marlon tore my shit down, get down,
Put your body in motion only the strong survive
But on the 6 or the 5
The live-est sets used to be, at the Racket
Ball Club with music by, Andre Hatchet
Or either a beat by Pharris at them country club parties
We`d be hot as hell and House studs would yell "AH-IGHT, NOW MON-EY!"
Always 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 Hyde Park and "V" hoes is who I messed with
The best shit was troopin` to the loop in your precisions
Cut class to get ass, but still go to division (I remember that)
Over Yamela`s crib while his old girl was at work
Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt

[Hook]

[Verse 3]
I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the tonemaster
Took the 6 instead of the 28 to get home faster
Then HPK was the only station that would fuck with rap
You was on The Shore by yourself cats`d (would) say "Up your hat."
What you could you`d make of it, if you was a gump they`d take ya shit
Either fight or break for it, we`d go to the lake and get full
My drink then was Boone`s and Red Bull
I remember swimming in Avalon, and peeing in the pool
I thought I was cool, with my "Members Only" and a bowl fade
Walk to Walgreens to get the Sportin` Waves pomade
And soft brush, as we got older we would start ruckus and bang fags
Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff niggas
Go to Marshall`s and change tags, I snagged `nuff niggas
In games of Off the Wall, and softball, Piggy one I would call
When I first got my three way callin`, I caught marks tryin` to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain`t nobody shot

[Hook]

 

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