Текст песни Nelly - Chill, слова песни Nelly

Текст песни Nelly - Chill

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Текст песни Nelly - Chill

(feat. St. Lunatics)[Intro: Nelly]Yo, what you tell a muh'fucker with two black eyes?Nothin, you done already told his punk-ass twice[Ali]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, saluteRoll the carpet out, watch all the Bloods "woot-woot"Watch the Crips loc' it up, we back, we got our focus upSt. Lunatics, nigga know that, know thatSupreme team, if we lose you open your mindsStart readin some things, we got it, holla at us, c'monEasy with that murder murder murder, kill killWe did that back when I was born, Bill BillBut I still do the knowledge, let me give you the mathI rock a 7-and-a-half for my 7-and-a-halfI be with Moses and Kane & Abel puttin in workI slap a nun, beat the reverend up, spit in his churchMy Derrty niggaz come through, we turn the heat up in JuneWe at the party mackin, even throw a bitch in the roomMenage-a-trois, Murph' is {?}, me and LawCause we the baddest muh'fuckers that you seen thus far, so[Chorus 2X: Ali]Nigga chill (chill) calm down (calm down)Watch your words (watch your words) don't let your mouth get ahead of yaYou really talkin wreckless right now (right now)And we know you ain't built for that (nope)[City Spud]Look, learn, listen, check itStart your cars up, trick your broads outPump your hard up, homie now put your guard upYou throw that one-two but, look how I jab youNo need you run in the derrty, homie I had toYou was doin a lot of talkin (yup) a lot of barkinBut your bite was nothin, guess you mighta been frontinYo ain't no mic to it, City see right through itI was born to be the shit like I was Mike Hewitt{?}Don't, test me though, homie I might do itCheck my track record, the feelin go right to itIt was easy for me, I was born to winYou was born to hate me, you should be born againYou with Mike and Kevin, we with Law and themYou cop American cars, we cop foreign 'emTake a look at us derrty, we put the star in themNo slow stray bullets nigga, we Brett Favre'n them[Kyjuan]You gots to chill, and let your conscience be freeLil' boy, obviously y'all ain't fuckin with Ky'You see I stays real high, but I be's low-keyI'm so allergic to the line e'rybody know meYou know what? (What?) Why shouldn't y'all hate?Cause y'all so half decent, we Frosted Flakes greatAnd these ain't came out yet, I know y'all so lateI smoke zips, you pop 8's, damn what a wasteMy lady is so happy, yours masturbatesYou wash up in a sink, nigga I bathe in a lakeThe way y'all copy our style ASCAP should make y'all payBut they don't, so I'ma smoke a joint and get to the pointThe muh'fuckin point is keep my name out your mouthUnless you sayin how we repped the Lou, since we came outWe've been winners since we came out, yo' mouth keep my name outYou don't wanna see thirty cardinal birds with they thangs out[Chorus][Murphy Lee]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 extinctBeen gone too long to even dig up the bonesI'm on my new-new, upgrade the kush from the doo-dooThat's a big step, but that's how niggaz from the Lou doLast rap was too cool, but this one is too damn hotYou 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 shitThinkin you deserve my spot, well thurr it is thenGave niggaz time but now I'm back with a few of my friendsLunatics 'bout to do this again, ohh[Chorus][Nelly]Uh, tell you somethin...You should see their faces when I walk in the facilityMean mug, what's the purpose of you ice-grillin me?You're killin me but really B, you ain't on my radarAlways used the right amount of strokes, that's why I stayed parI ain't no killer lil' silly nigga but they areYou got the same ride as me but that's just my day carMy decor, might be Levi's and a A-R15 G's in my pocket just to play cardsSo meet me in the casino, way in the backMe and her fleein the scene, away in the 'LlacShe say she feelin her bean, a green of a stackShe 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 upThe Flavor Flav of the game cause I hype shit upMight call my hundred watt niggaz in to light shit upYou better chill[Chorus]

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