Текст песни The Large Professor - Ijuswannachill
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("We gonna rock a little something like this" -- Repeat 4x) I don`t wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (Repeat 4x)Sitting and thinking about the time I wrote four stacks of rhymesFor dimes, made me wanna go back to doing crimesOn the corner, but the street life? Hotter than a saunaSo I don`t think I`m gonna, plus the fact I was born toNigga to hit the land with the mic in hand andSP and hit it like (huh) Dizzy GillespeAnd this is how I do, not three or twoBut one nigga from Queens for the hip-hop fiendsAll over, gas a honey up to let me unclothe herAnd this time around check how I get downAs I go the extra mile, raised in CarlyleBorn up in Harlem, ever since been destined for stardemSo move over bacon, it`s the anti-fakingBeatmaking nigga that makes the Earth quake andLet the man push through, others are left without a clueLarge Professor in the house one two I don`t wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (Repeat 4x)About as deadly as a nine, hit a rock man kindLike a landmine with the ill shit that I designProfessor, keeping sucker chump crews under pressureLike this girl I know, but yo, I can`t stress herCause I`m cool like that, matter fact even coolerOpposite of sun ruler, having nothing to do with Arula and KeenaYou can catch me joyriding on CocinaAs I keep the compotition mind up in between aRock and a hard place, and just like a car chaseI`m action packed with the drama of ScarfaceI`m real, honey`ll hit me off with a mealAnd I`m out so I can get me a stout, what`s it all about?Trying to stack off a contract, JackAnd stay black, as long as I can keep that intactAin`t a damn thing stopping the one that keep ya hoppingDo you wonder what I`m dropping? I don`t wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a 100 dollar bill (Repeat 4x)So strap up for the return of the brother that earnProps, but this time, I got to get more burn, hopsSo record company man, please give me a pushSo I can swing to higher levels of life like a kids and wifeAnd I`ll deliver, for a while I didn`t give aFrustrated for fucking with the snakes that slitherBut nevertheless, in 3-D`s Large ProfessWith what I would call a bullshit-proof vestAnd yes, I make the beats you could feel in your chestAnd write the rhymes that reflect a young man blessedWith the mind and motivation hitting your stationComing back to attack off a ghetto vacationFor the hip-hop nationI don`t wanna ill