Can't Do Nuttin' For Ya, Man!

Runnin' for your life, by the knife

Runnin' from your wife, yikes!

You should've stuck with home

Off your mind to blow your dome

It was you that chose your doom

You built a maze you can't get through

I tried to help you all I can

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

Go lean on Shell's Answer Man

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

You dropped out of the jelly into a jam

Make another wrong instead of right

Tryna be cat burglar through the night

The cops told your girl, her name was Sheryl

About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls

Uzi down the bullets in the gun

But just microwaved themselves till done

And, Lord, you tried to help them all they can

But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya, man!

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

They couldn't do nuttin' for you, man

Yo G, listen

Flavor Flav is the sun

Public Enemy number one

Got you 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 handout for your wealth

Eatin' welfare turkey out the can

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

I can't do nuttin' for you, 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 you, man!

I'm busy tryin' to do for me

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

That's the way the ball bounces, G

Bass for your face (Yo, man)

Bass for your face (I can't do nuttin')

Bass for your face (Nuttin' for you)

Bass for your face (I tried to tell you)

Rock that shit, homie (Yo, G)

Rock that shit, homie (Let's sing)

Rock that shit, homie (I ain't tryna hear it)

Rock that shit, homie (I ain't tryna hear that)

Kick that shit (You on welfare)

Kick that shit (Your mother got gold nipples)

Kick that shit (You got a rip in your couch)

Kick that shit (Wash your butt)