Текст песни Mountain Brothers - Things to Do
Mountain Brothers - Things to Do слова песни
{*scratch repeats: "Thousand and one stupid things to do" -> Del*}[Verse One]I catch the pound on the upswing, what`s your rush nothingJust Peril`s at my stair while all his folks are down in FlushingDiscussin later functions and more I cruise to State storeCause Lewis wants his brew plus nuff change from `foreWhen Lewis choose the club, and Avery paid at the doorEight today, course I don`t stay for much longerMy lips are pullin on a wood tip cause I couldn`t get the slipfor nuttin stronger; helpful sleep when nod`s around the cornerLater on, in the afternoon I rise to rap tunesWay past two turn the dial to BET or Trial TVIf it`s hot I`ll just watch it in my boxersWash myself when my mom yells dress, and just breakfastGuess it`s time to bum with the triumvirateLove that shit, crushin minutes with my cipher kidsGot Chops in at custom rates cause he gates the place a tenWhen I slimmed back then, I rate no more than eightCatch free flicks at the State on SundayUsed to stick the honey at the ticket gate, that`s one way to fund playI may not have a budget, but fuck it cousinOne thing you can`t begrudge a kid is his dumb shit{*scratch repeats: "Thousand and one stupid things to do" -> Del*}[Verse Two]The day begins at noon; I`m blessed get dressed and groomIn tune with Chops and Styles, thoughts expressed to consumeJust as soon as we find grub don`t mind the pub I`m straight seeRace me with a jim hat in the pocket, in case I meetsomeone special no less yo protection`s essentialI`m sayin in this day and age the raw deal`s potentialto kill yourself, but still in Illadelph stickI roam the edge in Regence, pledgin allegiance to the cliqueMy home team, I loan cream to my little cousin gettin sickHit the store, let me pick, up the new Jet Li flickMr. Legend it`s already six-eleven on the time pieceA nickel and two dimes reach the phone, then I find my peepsWrite rhymes for at least an hour, and a halfTake a shower, then my task, turn on the radio and blastUSL, cause DJ Ran rip shit spinnin the newest LP`s and remixeswhile I`m buggin with my crew as well{*scratch repeats: "Thousand and one stupid things to do" -> Del*}[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 `emIt`s dumb hype that`s right I did `em last nightAlong with that ill joint `til dawnand so that`s how I`m still yawnin about nowHalf past ten I spent time practicin scratchesRewind it back, tryin to catch it `til it actually matcheswith mine, masterin rhymes and after thatI`m passin with fine women I know this dime on the telephone lineCan`t find grub at home, decide to flight on down to ChinatownMotivatin to Ray Street, locatin a place to eatPlates is taped to the cheek (yum)Savin the papers for DJ tapes to peep, down by the gallerySpendin my entire salary findin vinyl that`s high in caloriesCall the residency, they`ve been watchin the Jet Li flicksand didn`t even bother to get me; now I`m definitely vexedHow bout gettin rid of these bluescruisin the city for loose biddies askin to cruiseWho`s with me?{*scratch repeats: "Thousand and one stupid things to do" -> Del*}