I Juswanna Chill (Explicit)

I Juswanna Chill (Explicit) - The Large Professor

Yeah

We gon' rock a little something like this

We gon' rock a little something like this

We gon' rock a little something like this

We gon' rock a little something like this

I don't wanna ill I just wanna chill

And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill

I don't wanna ill I just wanna chill

And keep my hand around a check it out

Sittin' and thinkin' 'bout the time

I wrote four stacks of rhymes for dimes

Made me wanna go back to doin' crimes on the corner

But the street life hotter than a sauna

So I don't think I'm gonna plus

The fact I was born a

N***a to hit the land with the mic in hand and

Sp and get it like uh dizzy gillespie

And this is how I do not three or two

But one n***a from queens for the hip-hop fiends

All over gas a honey up to let me unclothe her

And this time around check how

I get down as I go the

Extra mile raised in carlyle

Born up in harlem ever since

I been destined for stardom

So move over bacon it's the anti-fakin'

Beat-makin' n***a that makes the earth quake

And let the man push through

Others are left without a clue

Large professor in the house one-two

I don't wanna ill I just wanna chill

And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill

I don't wanna ill I just wanna chill

And keep my hand around a check it out

About as deadly as a nine here

To rock mankind like a landmine

With the ill **** that I design

Professor keep sucker chump crews under pressure

Like this girl I know but yo I can't stress her

'Cause I'm cool like 'dat matter of fact even cooler

Opposite of sun ruler havin' nothin'

To do with arula and keena

You can catch me joyridin' on kissena

As I keep the competition mind up in between a

Rock and a hard place and just like a car chase

I'm action-packed with the drama of scarface

I'm real honey'll hit me off with a meal

And I'm out so I can get me

A stout what's it all about

Tryin' to stack off a contract

Jack and stay black

Long as I can keep that intact

Ain't a d**n thing stoppin'

The one that keep it hoppin'

To the one-two that I'm droppin'

I don't wanna ill I just wanna chill

And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill

I don't wanna ill I just wanna chill

And keep my hand around a check it out

So strap up for the return

Of the brother that earn props

But this time I got to get more burn hobbs

So record-company man please give me a push

So I can swing to higher levels of life

Like a kids and wife

And I'll deliver for a while

I didn't give a

Frustrated from ******* with the snakes that slither

But nevertheless in three d's large profess'

With what I would call a bull****-proof vest

And yes I make the beats you could feel in your chest

And write the rhymes that reflect a young man blessed

With the mind and motivation hittin' your station

Comin' back to attack off a ghetto vacation

For the hip-hop nation

Okay

I don't wanna ill

O-okay

O-okay

O-okay

O-o-o-o-okay-kay

Okay

O-o-okay

Okay

Okay

Okay okay now dig this

Money

Money

Money

M-money

M-money

M-money

M-money

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