Common Sense - Nuthin' To Do lyrics

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 b**hes had Gucci bags And wasn't rock'n Starters looking harder than n***as 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 sh** 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, "n***as be rollin'" - Ol' Dirty ba*tard from Protect Ya Neck Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a hoe while I "n***as be rollin'" Gotta make a stop take a leak and get some chops cause um "n***as be rollin'" We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats cause um "n***as 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 sh** down, get down, put your body in motion Only the strong survive, whether on the 6 or the 5 Live as hot as s** 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 sh** was troopin' to the loop with your positions cutting cla** to get a** 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 f** 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 sh** 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 f*gs Go to Marshals and change tags, I snagged nuff n***as 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 g**ners, and ain't nobody Chi