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bop alloy - chillaxation lyrics

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 stee since my papa died…
in ’89! now your boy, sub, smoother than jif
get mine, anything otherwise, stupid as sh-t!
by design, i’m as cool as they get
the proof’s in the spit!
wifey looking 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, i should change my name to cryogenics!
my intention is to be your new provider or chill!
slay you with the rhyme while you admire the sk!ll!
don’t matter if i got me a fist full of dollars
i’m md, like marcus initials!
who hotter than suubbb?!

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’ with the sounds of s & md!
destined to be
refreshing free of any additives
all natural flavors what we’re packaging
strictly the best bow down to none
organic
raw talent
come get you some!
’cause i got plenty juice, y’all dying of thirst
mimicking my moments straight try’na rehe-rs-!
c-ck diesel, had chickens g-ssed since ’87
comp’ wish i would quit, they have to wait in heaven!
’cause old or new school don’t matter i’m never failing!
now your woman winking at me like sarah pailin
she wasn’t really ready for the job my dude
on mics, i go dumb like i’m smart as you, g*nius!
can hardly walk with y’all on the p-n-s
kick plenty -ss, gotta wash off my sneakers you know?!

chillax yourself and all of that
as we author raps
and get this pamper money when i body tracks
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 the sound is hot
take stage, 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 beats get busy!
in a b-tton up, under a fresh tee that’s spiffy
and you know the matching sneaks are crispy
like an outfit for easter, get me?!
songs over and i’m out, joe. peace, ya’ missed me!

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