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mista mister - nothin' to do lyrics

[intro: nina simone]
sun in the sky, sun in the sky, sun in the–sun in the–sky, sky
sun in the sky, sun in the sky, sun in the–sun in the–sky, sky

[verse 1: mista mister]
wrote enough rhymes to be on album number fifty
‘when truth and virtue have to do with thee
wayne man that ain’t even got anything to do with it
mo he ain’t got nuthin’ to do with this
i’m going to give it to you baby nice and slow
i think i wanna stay alive and see if i can grow
thousand dollar tipping impala whipping recline and go
wheat i’m feelin’ weak i can’t hold
i was taught to always keep my eyes open wide
i eat sh+t even sleep with open eyes
sell love to hate the truth to lies
i give sight to the blind my insight through the mind
and the double game chains? i keep ’em on display
just drop the beat and i’m on it aight?
b+tch
[chorus: mista mister]
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you

[refrain 1: mista mister]
i nurture they brain i’m moving the movement
wait a minute this ain’t dinner this is paint thinner
c’mon stomp yo’ feet until we make it hurt
yo make shift that the man is quick to jive

[verse 2: mista mister]
with dust and weed on him knock the neighborhood bully out
i’m wit with with it she with it she not sure she put it down
everybody smilin i’m knowin it’s cause i run it now
me and bun together caked up with clout
’cause of ignorance surrounding me and my constituents
now it’s time to do work out of love and retribution
so they could catch you some cash and expensive jewels
new york catch you on the elevator
we’re filled with thankfulness because of your faithfulness
told her that her net cause she more tennis then wimbledon
jean paul gaultiers cause they match with her persona
overdosin’ no more postin’ no more toastin’ over oceans
what part of the game is that? i tell you the truth i don’t lie
well like my words is what i’m seeing through my own eyes
take my mic and i’m like a chinese man with no rice
like mike and ike, i taste good, and i hate food, so dude, you prude
i burst the energy that hints that really it’s no time
bad luck is what results from my paper chase
never believe though in my nature reign’d
and my style is sick cause im taylor made
i sn+tch up my misses and dash on the interstate
then i saw the light now my nights are explicit, b+tch, f+ck, sh+t, cr+p, sh+t+sh+t, b+tch slap, b+tch
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[chorus: mista mister]
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you

[refrain 2: mista mister]
three step, two step, one step
go+go, go+go!
three step, two step, one step
go+go, go+go!
go+go, go+go!
go, now, go!

[chorus: mista mister]
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you
ain’t nothin’ to do, ain’t nothin’ to do, without you

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