Chris Hughley A power, because my temper's at the border Like I said before, I keep a party filled, like a bucket of water MC, H E A V Y D, O V E R
I was dreamin, damn it was all a surprise But it felt real, I hopped up in a wet chill Yet still gotta keep this one concealed Even though I never got
people sayin thats Little P handlin his business I remember hangin on the block wit the boys Goin to the dollar movies, me and V-played dodge the ball We had fun even
right, yes, yes y'all Bo, bo, bo, bo, bo, get in this Raw, this what it is This that classic, yeah, crazy Yo, aiyyo yo, yo, chill, chill, chill That
in the line of duty amputations by the tooley Dirty South here to ruley, consequences moody multiples of gorillas in sequence deep in the evening let them bitches mangle even
girl was settin' me up Yo, my girlfriend didn't trust me, no Yeah, but she lost control, I wouldn't take the bait I said, "Chill baby, baby chill baby
3 This drill means chill, Guard Ya Grill, trouble Is that your head or is your neck blowin' a fuckin' bubble? A B C, skip to the S T U V W X, don't
the New York streets that represent Squeeze ya coal, 32 below, send a chill through your bow Catch your fuckin' nerve like a snow cone You get stuffed like an envelope, yo Won't even
pity You ain't fuckin' with it then put ya stash down Come at the family you touched, uh I'll shoot up ya V-12 even if you with ya female, uh You was
're so sexy" Your not dumb but your young, you'll believe what your hearing You gone sex off the X and your homies cheering What's even sadder you don't even
a nigga wanna draw then the blood it can drip in the club You know how niggaz get in the club Shit you know how I be, all high in V.I.P. rollin' up to
} Parley is cool and ok But I rather chill and hussle I break it to them easy fit the pieces to the puzzle Parley is cool and ok But I rather chill and
Chorus: {u.n.l.v.} 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a fuck 211s at night 187s in the day light Nigga we just don't give a
I been workin' on my mojo Make your crew disappear like Dorothy and Toto You're trippin' on me because your girl want my photo Nigga, you better chill
plot shit Bitches that's unstable, I can't be involved 'Less they wanna take it back to the street and problem solve Touching y'all but me, I try to chill
To the faces on Rolexes, not a racist or sexist And the best is the Lord, none the less is Gunz Nothing less than a Lexus, bubble eye with V-V-S's Trouble