Nuthin' to Do

[Intro] Check it on the one, yo, Com is gonna come Check it on the one, yo, Com is gonna come Check it on the one, yo, Com is gonna come And check it out, ha [Verse 1] 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 Sting-Ray, 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 queue – 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'd run 'round, play strike-outs 'til 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 used to be better And think about who use to cop our liquor (Who?) Our neighborhood father figure [Chorus: Common & (ODB sample)] I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but, uh ("Niggas be rollin'...") Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a ho, while my... ("Niggas be rollin'...") Gotta make a stop, take a leak and get some tops, 'cause, um... ("Niggas be rollin'...") We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats, 'cause, umm... ("Niggas be rollin'...") [Verse 2] 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 (I remember that) Over Yamela's crib, while his old girl was at work Bust a spoolie on the spread, but still have some on your shirt [Chorus: Common & (ODB sample)] I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but, uh ("Niggas be rollin'...") Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a ho, while my... ("Niggas be rollin'...") Gotta make a stop, take a leak and get some tops, 'cause, um... ("Niggas be rollin'...") We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats, 'cause, umm... ("Niggas be rollin'...") [Verse 3] I tuned into BMX, and taped Farley on the Tone Master 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 [Chorus: Common & (ODB sample)] I'm out with my crew, ain't nuthin' to do but, uh ("Niggas be rollin'...") Ain't nowhere to go, so I hook up with a ho, while my... ("Niggas be rollin'...") Gotta make a stop, take a leak and get some tops, 'cause, um... ("Niggas be rollin'...") We gonna hit the streets for some brew and some eats, 'cause, umm... ("Niggas be rollin'...") [Scratched] ("I'm Petey Wheatstraw from the South Side of Chicago") [Outro]