chillin', Grey Goose chillin', somethin' somethin' chillin', but ya know I'd give it all to be chillin' with yoouuuu chillin with yoouuu(x2) Let me chill
we gon' clap back (Verse 1 - Ja Rule) Fuck if they holl'in about Rule nigga, here's the real I'll pop ya top like Champagne bottles that chill Wear nothing
door [chorus] [verse 2] Me'shell: so queen tell me, where did you meet her, [Queen Pen:] On the sunday, mac, she was walking out ??? I was just chillin
hoes) It's A-Town (east side for dem hoes), Attic Crew you already know Lil John, Eastside Boyz and yo boy Sean Paul let me tell ya like dis here boy
3] Got tha phone call (call) had a funny feeling (feeling) told him everything was cool and i was chillin (chillin) we use to chill out and smoke blunts
do, I do it well Shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill Half a breath left on my death bed Screaming F that yeah super ill Baby what the deal We can chill
do, I do it well shooting from the hip, yeah boy shoot to kill half a breath left on my death bed screaming F that yeah super ill baby what the deal we can chill
make a killin Ya think im bullshittin? My money touchin the ceilin Cant buy the condos im buying the buildings No grown women Im killin dude the chillin U bettah get me boy ill hurt ya
sexy boy) Sexy Boy (say , I said a sexy boy) Sexy Boy (yeah, sexy boy) Sexy Boy (Ya'll know who I am) Sexy Boy (yeah I'm a sexy boy) Sexy Boy (say I'
stop Hey shorty Can you do that dance in my drop, park that Make that booty clap like flip flops Like the Flintstones We can make the bed rock Yes this little boy
of y'all are too much I still love ya, but I been on paper too months And if you do get through And ask what I'm doin' Kickin' back, I'm just chillin',
eyes your qualified, so boy, why don't ya, baby why won't ya, come and talk to me. Pre-chorus: Ooh, I wanna get closer, ooh, baby let me show ya, ooh
cause the way that ya livin', See it in ya face, ain't no fakin' the feelin', We can get awaaaay and be chillin', We can get awaaaay and be chillin
never say I'm chillin Look how I get on the stage, ready to play the rhythm While you repeating my words, huh plagiarism A Rich Boy had to Throw Some
is right Spending more dough than you saw in ya life And that's just what ya boy spent on the dice Instigatin' you instigatin' we gon' hold it dine yea ya
There's three girls on the elevator like "wassup" I told em follow me they knew I had it cracking B One said "ain't you that boy that be on BET?" "Ya
ya know wat I mean? You a jazzy girl, its your world Im just trying to catch a nut, so maybe call me a squirrel Better yet i tell ya what, ima give yo
Oh yeah eh oh yeah eh eh Whoa uhh oh yeah uhh oh eh Hey, there boy did ya happen to know Wherever you go I'll follow Ooh babe you're like a cool breeze
