Things to Do — текст песни (Mountain Brothers)

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[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 shit, 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 fuck it cousin
One thing you can`t begrudge a kid is his dumb shit

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[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 kill 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 shit spinnin the newest LP`s and remixes
while I`m buggin with my crew as well

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[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 passin 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?

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