Common - Nuthin’ to Do lyrics

Check it on the one, yo Com is gonna come
And check it out, ha

My raps do laps around tracks and adapt
To any environment i'm the
Comma comma chameleon
I use to pop a wheelie on
My blue and gray stingray, it had mags
That was when bitches had Gucci bags
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
Our neighborhood father figure

I'm out with my crew
Ain't nuthin' to do but uh
Ain't nowhere to go
So I hook up with a ho while I
Gotta make a stop, take a
Leak and get some tops, cause um
We gonna hit the streets for some
Brew and some eats cause umm

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
Live is how the sets used to be
At the Racquet
Ball Club with music by, andre Hatchett
Or either a beat by Pharris
At them country club parties
We'd be hot as hell and
House studs would yell "Aight, now money!"
Sauers I would go there
Hip-hop clubs were so rare
I liked 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
Over Yamela's crib while his old
Girl was at work
Bust a spoolie on the spread
But still have some on your shirt

I'm out with my crew
Ain't nuthin' to do but uh
Ain't nowhere to go
So I hook up with a ho while I
Gotta make a stop, take a
Leak and get some tops, cause um
We gonna hit the streets for some
Brew and some eats cause umm

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 say "Up your hat"
What you could you'd make of it
If you was a gump they'd take your 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 bald fade
Walk to Walgreens to get
The Sportin' Waves pomade
And soft brush, as we got
Older we would stalk, rush, and bang fags
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 shy

I'm out with my crew
Ain't nuthin' to do but uh
Ain't nowhere to go
So I hook up with a ho while I
Gotta make a stop, take a
Leak and get some tops, cause um
We gonna hit the streets for some
Brew and some eats cause umm