Chill歌词

作词 : Roger Troutman/Erick Sermon/Lou Gramm/Mick Jones/Larry Troutman/Parrish J. Smith
作曲 : Roger Troutman/Erick Sermon/Lou Gramm/Mick Jones/Larry Troutman/Parrish J. Smith
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Equipped with the rap microchip
Program, aptitude, one mo' return, aww(****)
My face in the magazines, showin' my eyes green(Chill)
Chill, freshly dipped when
I'm seenYo, dig, it's the new fig for the
E-DoubleI pack a
Mac-10 just in case of trouble
Hot like a handle on a pot,
I'm steamin'
Fame and more glory than
Morgan Freeman
I'm the original, my style's deformed
So it can sound crazy ill when
I performYeah, check one two mic supreme
EPMD, the rap
American Dream
TeamThe E-
Double's definitely no joke
You can't see me, even with a microscope
I'm massive ****, funky, who's deffer
Yo, when I express myself like
Salt 'N Pepa
Erick Sermon and
Parrish Smith
The sickest, the wickest, crazy mad psycho, the slickest
Hardcore rhymin', yeah, that's the ticket
Buckwhylin', rough enough for
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
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Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
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Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
Back up, boy, move easy with the hand motion
Don't even blink kid, or
I'ma start smokin'
The glock hammer's cocked with the speed shot
Twelve shots, the bust target is the brown fox
So call me smooth talk, rhyme jaywalk with the slang talk
B-boy fanatic, straight from
New YorkThe foundation, landmark of the rap scene
EPMD in effect,
I'm clockin' mad green
Like Kermit the
Frog, sloppy like
Boss HogGirl was runnin' wild, ate her like a corndog
Four mics are ready to flow in slow mo'
Know the rap game just like
Bo knows hoes(Yeah)
Hard, you get scarred, messin' with the
Hit SquadSlide easy or catch a bull shucks charge
No time to ill, stay mental or puff a pill
Get the Macadamians, and oh yeah kid, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
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Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill, yeah
Rough enough to break
New YorkFrom
Long Island
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill
Chill, chill, chill, chill...