Can't Do Nuttin' For Ya Man

Public Enemy

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    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't -

    Runnin' for your life, by the knife
    Runnin' from your wife, yikes
    You should've stuck with home
    Your mind to blow your dome
    It was you that chose your due
    You built a maze you can't get through
    I tried to help you all I can
    Now I can't do nuttin' for you, man

    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    You got all these people on your back now
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    Flavor Flav got problems of his own
    I can't do nuttin' for you, man
    Go lean on shells answer, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    You jumped out of the jelly into a jam

    Make ya love the wrong instead of right
    Not a thief cat burglar through the night
    Cop told your girl her name was Shirl
    About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls
    Oozy down the bullets in the gun
    Just microwave themselves a ton
    Lord, you tried to help them all they can
    But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya man

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    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    They couldn't do nuttin' for ya, man
    Yo G, listen

    Flavor Flav is the Sun
    Public Enemy number one
    Gotcha runnin' from the gun (pow)
    Of a brain that weighs a ton
    Can't face my facts that's on the shelf
    'Cause you want a hand out for your wealth
    Eatin' welfare turkey out of the can
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man

    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    You want six dollars for what?
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    You better man kiss my butt
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I'm busy tryin' to do for me
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    That's the way the ball bounces, gee

    Bass for your face
    Yo, man
    I can’t do nuttin'
    Nuttin' for ya
    I tried to tell ya
    Rock that shit, homey
    Yo G, listen
    I ain’t tryin to hear that
    Kick that shit
    You on welfare
    Your mother got gold nipples
    You got a rip in your couch
    Wash your butt
    (Kick that shit)

    Yeah, boy
    Yeah, boy

    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man
    I can't do nuttin' for ya, man

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    Composición: Keith Shocklee, Eric Vietnam Sadler y William Jonathan Drayton

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