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Chillaxation

Bop Alloy, Marcus D, Substantial
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Ladies and gentlemen Grab you a bottle of Merlot Or pour you a glass of Disaronno Or if you're a retired drinker like myself Put a glass of your finest sparkling cider in the air As we make a toast to an evening of chillaxation Chillax yourself girl, blah blah blah Wind down, lose your top like Mardi Gras Been cool since MC Lyte "Cha Cha Cha'd" On my grown man steez since my papa died In '89, now your boy Sub smoother than Jif Get mine and even otherwise stupid as shit By design I'm as cool as they get, the proof in the spit Wifey lookin sweeter than the cooler she sip A little Sax on the beach just happens to be Exactly what you need when I rap to a beat You hang on every syllable, word, phrase or sentence So cold, should change my name to Cryogenics My intention is to be your new provider of chill Slug you with the rhyme while you admire the skill Don't matter if I got me a fistful Of dollars, I'm MD like Marcus initials Who hotter than Sub? Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Baby, don't be shy) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Put a finger in the sky) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Raise your Colt 45) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation, yeah Chillax your mind, let your conscious be free You're now rockin to the sounds of S and MD Definitely refreshingly free of any additives All natural flavor's what we packagin Strictly the best, bow down to none Organic raw talent, come get you some Cause I got plenty juice, y'all dyin of thirst Mimickin my movements, straight tryin to rehearse Cop diesel, had chickens gassed since '87 Comp' wish I would quit, they have to wait in Heaven Cause old or new school, don't matter, I'm never failin Now your woman winkin at me like Sarah Palin She wasn't really ready for the job, my dude On mics I go dumb like I'm smart as you Genius, can hardly walk with y'all on the penis Kicked in the ass, gotta wash off my sneakers, ya know? Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Baby, don't be shy) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Put a finger in the sky) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Raise your Colt 45) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation, yeah Sit back, chillax and all of that while we author raps And get this Pamper money while we body tracks You sippin cognac, askin where the party at Dancin so hard that you 'bout to have a heart attack Baby stop with that, chill for a minute love Please take it down a notch right before you give it up Loungin in the spot where they hate to give us love Can't deny this sound is hot, take stage and rip it up Watch what the music does Sax got you in the mood for love or at least a quickie Women dig the groove so they're pleased to pick me Cause the voice keep 'em moist and the beats are sickly This beast get busy In a button-up under a fresh tee that's spiffy And you know the matchin sneaks are crispy Like an outfit for Easter, get me? Songs over and I'm out y'all, peace, you missed me? Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Baby, don't be shy) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Put a finger in the sky) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation (Raise your Colt 45) Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation, yeah