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