Doin' Nothin' - Blu, U-God

Uh huh…

Ayo feet planted

Eyes slanted, grand peripheral

Extraordinary banda individual

Standin' at the manda that’s the dismissable

Peace to the nation, got patience to sing to you

To the two one puttin' truth in the lines

In the booth with glass orange juice to the lime

Ballin' must play hoops all the time, Spaldin' bounce put the boost

In her spine, had to give her a reason to rewind

So you ain’t got to… tell her slide through

Pop bottles with models and hit the drive through

Karma suited for kamasutras, spanish models with the somber movements

One two like I stomped to it and uncut like without condom usage

R-A-W, eh what the fuck is you doin'?

(Nothin)

Selling them lines to the kids

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

Ayo hot low, asshole, on my own shit

Been back but no one smokin' on the cig

Gotti flow got little shawty blow clips

Snotty nosed kid, now the crop since kid karate rhymes (?)

Young ridin' hypha got the party loud like a twenty five to life

Fresh out the cypha surfin' line like slung coke

So came by the ocean on the coast or open on a dope overdose

It’s over dosage, so sleep, no sweat techniques, no joke

One toke smoking on the best trees, floatin' in the sea

Back strokin', ‘till the river runs dried up, spill a loogy young blu-ey

Got the fire, he provide every came your supplier

Liars hangin' on telephone wires, the B-L-U in the…

What the fuck is you doin'?

(Nothin) Sellin 'em lines to the kid

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

A nigga gotta live

(The world is ours)

A nigga gotta live

(The world is ours)

A nigga gotta live

(Say it louder)

A nigga gotta live

(Fight the power)

A nigga gotta live

(The world is ours)