Chill - Nelly, St. Lunatics

Chill - Nelly, St. Lunatics

Альбом
Brass Knuckles
Год
2007
Язык
`Engelska`
Длительность
342590

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Chill

Nelly, St. Lunatics

Yo, what you tell a motherfucker with two black eyes?

Nothing, you did already tell his punk-ass twice

D, E, R, R, T, Y

We all we got, yo, know I want y’all do?

Yo.

Ey yo stand at attention, raise your right arm, salute

Roll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods «woo-woo»

Watch the Crips loke it up, we back, we got our focus up

St. Lunatics, nigga know that, know that

Supreme the team, if we lose you open your minds

Start readin some things, we got it, holla at us, come on

Easy with that «murder, murder, murder, kill, kill»

We did that back when I was born, real, real

But I still do the knowledge, let me give you the math

I rock a 7-and-a-half on my 7-and-a-half

I be with Moses and Kane and Abel putting in work

I slap a nun, beat the reverend up and spit in his church

My Derrty niggas come through, we turn the heat up in June

We at the party macking, even throw our bitch in the room

Menage-a-trois,?

Cause we the baddest motherfuckers that you seen thus far

(So) Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm down)

Watch your words (watch your words) don’t let your mouth get ahead of you

You really talking wreckless right now (right now)

And we know you ain’t built for that (nope)

Look, learn, listen, check it

Start your cars up, trick your broads up

Pump your hard up, homie now put your guard up

You throw that one-two but, look how I jab you

No need you run in the derrty, homie I had to

You was doin a lot of talkin, yup, a lot of barkin

But your bite was nothin, guess you might’ve been fronting

Yo ain’t no mic to it, City see right through it

I was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt

Don’t, test me though, homie I might do it

Check my track record, the flow that’ll go right to it

It was easy for me, I was born to win

You was born to hate me, you should be born again

You with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and them

You cop American cars, we cop foreign 'em

Take a look at us derrty, we put the star in them

No slow stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre-ing them

You gots to chill, and let your conscience be free

Lil' boy, obviously y’all ain’t fuckin with Ky'

You see I stays real high, but I be as low-key

I’m so allergic to the line errybody know me

You know what?

(What?) Why shouldn’t y’all hate?

Cause y’all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes great

And these ain’t came out yet, I know y’all so late

I smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn what a waste

My lady is so happy, yours masturbates

You wash up in a sink, nigga I bathe in a lake

The way y’all copy our style ASCAP should make y’all pay

But they don’t, so I’ma smoke a joint and get to the point

The muhfuckin point is keep my name out your mouth

Unless you saying how we repped the Lou, since we came out

We’ve been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name out

You don’t wanna see thirty cardinal birds with their thangs out

Murphy Lee God-body (like) take shit from nobody (nope)

Nelly bought it for me so that’s my Maserati (yup)

Y’all know about me, I’m so far from sloppy (dirty)

You not a female, nigga, so how can you top me?

My style can’t be copied people trust me (trust me)

Even though you look like me, your flow musty (musty)

That means you stinkins, what you think’s extinct

Been gone too long to even dig up the bones

I’m on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-doo

That’s a big step, but that’s how niggas from the Lou do

Last rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hot

You wack rappers think you hot when you not (this is why I’m hot)

All this I talk slick shit as if you really did shit

Thinking you deserve my spot, well thurr it is then

Gave niggas time but now I’m back with a few of my friends

Lunatics about to do this again, ohh

Uh, tell you something…

You should see their faces when I walk in the facility

Mean mug, what’s the purpose of you ice-grillin me?

You’re killin me but really B, you ain’t on my radar

Always used the right amount of strokes, that’s why I stayed par

I ain’t no killer lil' silly nigga but they are

You got the same ride as me but that’s just my day car

My decor, might be Levi’s and a A-R

15 G’s in my pocket just to play cards

So meet me in the casino, way in the back

Me and her fleein the scene, away in the 'llac

She say she feelin her bean, a green double stack

She say she like it obscene, I’m way into that

In fact, you niggas ain’t like me, you salty (nah)

Me, I’m like pepper cause I spice shit up

The Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit up

Might call my hundred watt niggas in to light shit up

You better chill

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