当前位置:首页 > 歌词大全 > Nuthin\' To Do歌词

Nuthin\' To Do

Resurrection专辑

  • 作词 : Common
    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', 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 *****es that had coochie
    Bassum wasn't rollin' starters, looking harder than *****s
    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 **** 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 **** 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 nuthin' to do but ah,
    '*****s be rollin'' - ol' dirty bastard from protect ya neck
    Ain't nowhere to go, so i hook up with a hoe while i
    '*****s be rollin''
    Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
    '*****s be rollin''
    We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
    '*****s 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
    It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
    *****er will hit from the same spot
    Torla tore my **** down, get down, put your body in motion
    Only the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5
    Live as hot as *** 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 **** was troopin' 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 **** 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' ****
    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 *****s
    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 shot
    Hook
  • 作词 : Common
    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', 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 *****es that had coochie
    Bassum wasn't rollin' starters, looking harder than *****s
    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 **** 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 **** 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 nuthin' to do but ah,
    '*****s be rollin'' - ol' dirty bastard from protect ya neck
    Ain't nowhere to go, so i hook up with a hoe while i
    '*****s be rollin''
    Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um
    '*****s be rollin''
    We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um
    '*****s 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
    It's like rain drops couldn't make our game stop
    *****er will hit from the same spot
    Torla tore my **** down, get down, put your body in motion
    Only the strong survive, but on the 6 or the 5
    Live as hot as *** 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 **** was troopin' 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 **** 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' ****
    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 *****s
    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 shot
    Hook