Just Chillin' Lyrics

[Vocal sample:]

That's what you have in mind

Yeah, that's what you're all about

Good luck, do what ya heart desires



[Intro: Fes Taylor - over sample]

Fes Taylor Incorporated

Sports Illustrated's greatest

Two 4 War Entertainment

Most hated, you know what this is man



[Fes Taylor:]

Son, I used to stand on them corners scramblin' quarters

Always ran with a lawyer, you ran with informants

I stand in a Taurus, I'm handlin' Porsches

I'm the man, I'm demandin' endorsements

From Nike and Polo, don't let me catch ya wifey for dolo

You tripped on her, 'bout the price of a Volvo

But me, I give her no dough, Taylor tryin' to put her on a hoe stroll

Her attitude took me to Sean Don from Old Gold

Peppy kids schooled me on the set of the makin' of the record label movie

Watch cable in jacuzzis, able to scoop a floozy, cutie with big boobies

Haters that talk shit, I'm like "Fuck it, I'm Rick, sue me"

Mad cause ya bitch blew me, remember I was doin' that

Yea, now I'm the newest Jag, let the music blast

A computer in the dash, I still keep a Ruger in the stash

For the shooters on the ave



[Vocal sample: repeats over hook]

I don't like it... I'm movin' out

I'm movin' out... I'm movin' out



[Chorus: Fes Taylor]

My money, got honies, they sayin' they love me

Cause I, stay in the Buggy, the Range or the Humvee

Stash dollars to ceilings 'til I got me a million

No apartments, tryin' to cop me a buildin'

I'm just chillin', y'all, this year we killin' y'all

See I'm just scoopin' out, dames, when I used to pout

Now I open new accounts, it's the kid with the billion dollar smile

Only see me smile when I make more than a hundred thou'



[Fes Taylor:]

Tryin' to make it 'til my peoples is straight, it's a festival

All eat from the plate, I'm leadin' the race

First place with a gold medal, they throw rose peddles

Like Caesar just walked in the arena

Michael Knight, I'm talkin' to the Beamer

Cause the doors open out the sound of my voice

Moist, sippin' a Zima, a trip to Argentina

For my Grandmoms, Mildred and Tina, I'm just buildin' my team up

Yet I'm ready for the playoffs, smoke break, I take a day off

C.E.O. status, fuck a lay off

Two ways to make history, Ghandi or Adolf

The best or the worst, I confess in a church

I was prayin' my profession'll work

Now it's condos, look at my mami dressed in my shirt

Fes, what I'm worth? More than M.C.I.'s annual growth

I'm so fly, I bring the cameras in close



[Chorus]



[Fes Taylor:]

Aiyo, chicks say I'm conceited, I still lay 'em and beat it

No, I ain't tryin' to claim 'em or get 'em seeded, so split, beat it

Michael Jackson, Moonwalk out the door

My game tight, talk you right out ya drawers, for sure

I want the crown, New York and it's your's

I felt pain like, saltin' ya sores, often I pause

Take a break for a second, 1-718, check and relate to my records (yeah)

The Great perfected, this method of melody

Cause haters wanna break me celeries (yeah)

But if it's broke I could fix it, if you holdin' some digits

Let's talk business, I could show you the vision

Me and LIS, see us both in them Benzes

Since Andy Allen sat me down, told me "Go independent"

Listen, I'm Scrouge McWolf, I'm rollin' in riches

Fifty grand a hook, somethin' I could blow in the distance

Come on, it's Two 4, baby



[Chorus]