Mountain Brothers - Things To Do lyrics

[scratch repeats - Del: "Thousand and one stupid things to do"] [Verse One] I catch the pound on the upswing, what's your rush nothing Just Peril's at my stair while all his folks are down in Flushing Discussin later functions and more I cruise to State store Cause Lewis wants his brew plus nuff change from 'fore When Lewis choose the club, and Avery paid at the door Eight today, course I don't stay for much longer My lips are pullin on a wood tip cause I couldn't get the slip For nuttin stronger; helpful sleep when nod's around the corner Later on, in the afternoon I rise to rap tunes Way past two turn the dial to BET or Trial TV If it's hot I'll just watch it in my boxers Wash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfast Guess it's time to bum with the triumvirate Love that sh**, crushin minutes with my cipher kids Got Chops in at custom rates cause he gates the place a ten When I slimmed back then, I rate no more than eight Catch free flicks at the State on Sunday Used to stick the honey at the ticket gate, that's one way to fund play I may not have a budget, but f** it cousin One thing you can't begrudge a kid is his dumb sh** [scratch repeats - Del: "Thousand and one stupid things to do"] [Verse Two] The day begins at noon; I'm blessed get dressed and groom In tune with Chops and Styles, thoughts expressed to consume Just as soon as we find grub don't mind the pub I'm straight see Race me with a jim hat in the pocket, in case I meet Someone special no less yo protection's essential I'm sayin in this day and age the raw deal's potential To k** yourself, but still in Illadelph stick I roam the edge in Regence, pledgin allegiance to the clique My home team, I loan cream to my little cousin gettin sick Hit the store, let me pick, up the new Jet Li flick Mr. Legend it's already six-eleven on the time piece A nickel and two dimes reach the phone, then I find my peeps Write rhymes for at least an hour, and a half Take a shower, then my task, turn on the radio and blast USL, cause DJ Ran rip sh** spinnin the newest LP's and remixes While I'm buggin with my crew as well [scratch repeats - Del: "Thousand and one stupid things to do"] [Verse Three] Stretch awaken to take in the A.M. I slept in late again; where's my crew at? I gots the brand new fat rhythm tracks to give 'em It's dumb hype that's right I did 'em last night Along with that ill joint 'til dawn And so that's how I'm still yawnin about now Half past ten I spent time practicin scratches Rewind it back, tryin to catch it 'til it actually matches With mine, masterin rhymes and after that I'm pa**in with fine women I know this dime on the telephone line Can't find grub at home, decide to flight on down to Chinatown Motivatin to Ray Street, locatin a place to eat Plates is taped to the cheek (yum) Savin the papers for DJ tapes to peep, down by the gallery Spendin my entire salary findin vinyl that's high in calories Call the residency, they've been watchin the Jet Li flicks And didn't even bother to get me; now I'm definitely vexed How bout gettin rid of these blues Cruisin the city for loose biddies askin to cruise Who's with me? [scratch repeats - Del: "Thousand and one stupid things to do"]