Nuthin' to Do

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 bitches had Gucci bags
And wasn't rock'n Starters looking harder than niggas
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 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 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,
"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, 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 shit down, get down, put your body in motion
Only the strong survive, whether on the 6 or the 5
Live as hot as sex 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 shit was troopin' to the loop with your positions cutting class to get ass 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 fuck 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 shit
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 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 callin', I caught Marsh tryin' to lie
Home of the original gangbangers, and ain't nobody Chi