Nuthin' To Do
    (专辑: Resurrection - 1994)
    
    [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 vibing, I'm 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 wasn't rolling Starters, looking harder than niggas  Hoes wore clothes, that exposed their figures  Ain't 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 wouldn't 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, let's do it again y'all  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 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 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:]  I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthing 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, wearing boats  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 couldn't 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 trooping to the 
loop  With your posisions 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   [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 casting stay up your act  What you could make of it, you was a 
gump they was taking 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 calling, I 
caught Marsh trying to lie  Home of the 
original gangbangers, and ain't nobody shot   [Hook]