paroles de chanson Chill - Nelly feat. St. Lunatics
Yo,
what
you
tell
a
muh'fucker
with
two
black
eyes?
Nothin,
you
done
already
told
his
punk-ass
twice
D,
E,
R,
R,
T,
Y
(we
back,
we
back,
we
back)
We
all
we
got,
yo,
know
I
want
y'all
do?
Yo.
Aiyyo
stand
at
attention,
raise
your
right
arm,
salute
Roll
the
carpet
out,
watch
all
the
Bloods
"woot-woot"
Watch
the
Crips
loc'
it
up,
we
back,
we
got
our
focus
up
St.
Lunatics,
nigga
know
that,
know
that
Supreme
team,
if
we
lose
you
open
your
minds
Start
readin
some
things,
we
got
it,
holla
at
us,
c'mon
Easy
with
that
murder
murder
murder,
kill
kill
We
did
that
back
when
I
was
born,
Bill
Bill
But
I
still
do
the
knowledge,
let
me
give
you
the
math
I
rock
a
7-and-a-half
for
my
7-and-a-half
I
be
with
Moses
and
Kane
& Abel
puttin
in
work
I
slap
a
nun,
beat
the
reverend
up,
spit
in
his
church
My
Derrty
niggaz
come
through,
we
turn
the
heat
up
in
June
We
at
the
party
mackin,
even
throw
a
bitch
in
the
room
Menage-a-trois,
Murph'
is
{?},
me
and
Law
Cause
we
the
baddest
muh'fuckers
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
ya
You
really
talkin
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
out
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
mighta
been
frontin
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
feelin
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'n
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's
low-key
I'm
so
allergic
to
the
line
e'rybody
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
muh'fuckin
point
is
keep
my
name
out
your
mouth
Unless
you
sayin
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
they
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
stinkin,
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
niggaz
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
Thinkin
you
deserve
my
spot,
well
thurr
it
is
then
Gave
niggaz
time
but
now
I'm
back
with
a
few
of
my
friends
Lunatics
'bout
to
do
this
again,
ohh
Uh,
tell
you
somethin...
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
of
a
stack
She
say
she
like
it
obscene,
I'm
way
in
the
knack{?}
In
fact,
you
niggaz
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
niggaz
in
to
light
shit
up
You
better
chill
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