Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Chillin, artist - Erick Sermon. Album song Chilltown, New York, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 21.06.2004
Record label: A Republic Records release;
Song language: English
Chillin |
| — I don’t care! |
| — Sermon. |
| — Ayo! |
| — Talib Kweli, uh |
| — Come on! |
| — Whip |
| — Jea! |
| — Def Squad, uh, yeah, Brooklyn, Long Island, uh-huh, Red Hook what |
| — Jea! |
| — Hah, Chilltown. |
| — Let's go! |
| — Once again, back is the incredible! |
| Yup, the rhyme animal, a different sample though |
| I change the flow so it go with the music |
| Yes, I’m doing this for y’all amusement |
| This here’s serious, look your reaction |
| Kid, you ain’t never seen Dubs in action, no |
| A veteran, I flow like I’m young, what |
| Yup, he sold more records, but son sucked! |
| Call me washed up, yeah, talk about me |
| I sound like me, you sound like Jay-Z |
| Duke, speak breezy, I come and touch you |
| Kid, I ain’t never scared |
| Homey, I bone crush you |
| Watch E do his thing |
| If this don’t work come back like boomerang |
| Testing, microphones are o-o-on |
| I’m g-g-gone |
| New York, stand up! |
| (I don’t care!) |
| Yeah, I’m on the block, man (chillin!) |
| I’m parked by the Rucker park, I’m just (chillin!) |
| Underground love my spot, I’m just (chillin!) |
| I’m in the big truck so (I don’t care!) |
| Hah, I’m in the crib, man (chillin!) |
| With Whip and my nigga Talib, we just (chillin!) |
| It’s like that, you know how it is, we just (chillin!) |
| And I get the paper so (I don’t care!) |
| MC, and ma, people call me Whip |
| I’m just (chillin) all alone, no one to be with, man |
| I took long, but I’m finally here |
| The most anticipated chick of the year, cheaugh |
| I came to flip and reverse game |
| Every dude I touch get whipped lie my first name, and |
| Although I’m prissy, don’t get it confused |
| I don’t need to mess with you, I got plenty of dudes |
| Got the caramel skin, on the parallel twin |
| Heads keep turning like a carosel spins |
| I know for a fact, these women are sick |
| Cause these hoes can’t mess with this Dominican chick |
| Got the flag on my arm, it proves I am the bomb |
| All I do is speak Spanish and it works like a charm |
| I been ready, cause I payed my dues |
| Yo, this goes out to my Brooklyn crew |
| Yo (I don’t care) |
| You might catch me on the train, OK, I’m just (chillin!) |
| I ain’t too big for the game, I’m just (chillin!) |
| I got the whole Red Hook with me (chillin!) |
| Roll through if you want, cause (I don’t care!) |
| Yo, Def Squad got the girl, and now I’m just (chillin!) |
| I’m on the block, real tough, just (chillin!) |
| Y’all non-rapping chicks can keep (chillin!) |
| Talk if you want, cause (I don’t care!) |
| Ayo, E is chillin! |
| Kwe is chillin! |
| Whip in the house, Brooklyn in the building |
| Blood on the dance floor, sweat on the ceiling |
| When you get that feeling that gun concealing is a hobby |
| Nobody stealing shows like Kweli |
| Working on a new project while you chillin in the lobby |
| Keep it thorough, ain’t real, guns don’t kill |
| People kill people, but the Sun don’t chill |
| But still, I stand cooler than a Minnesota winter |
| Nigga, hotter than the blocks where guns bust over dinners |
| Plus, all the sinners got dreams they running after |
| Working a 9 to 5 now is like you hustling backwards |
| That’s why all these young girls in love with the rappers |
| Basketball players, and up-and-coming actors |
| Swimming with the sharks, and flirting with disaster |
| When the things you own start owning you, they your master |
| Yeah! |
| (I don’t care) |
| I got the yak in the back of the club, I’m just (chillin!) |
| With Whip and my nigga E Dub, we just (chillin!) |
| Nobody give a fuck about you, we (chillin!) |
| But I smack the shit out you, like (I don’t care!) |
| So if you really want to know how it is, I’m just (chillin!) |
| Like audio, (?)tune milk (?) and kids, we (chillin!) |
| Material things that we shit, I’m just (chillin!) |
| You brag what you got, but (I don’t care!) |