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the game - i'm chillin' lyrics

[intro: sample]
you gots to chill (to chill-to chill-to chill)

[chorus: will.i.am]
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’
i-i-i-i-i-i-i’m chillin’

[verse 1: game]
guess who’s bizzack? no, it ain’t him, no
l.a. dodger fitted cap with the brim low
blowin’ on indo, roll down the window
matter fact, let the top back and watch the wind blow
black on black lamborghini with the dizzors
up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor
bandana tied around the rear view mirror
(red bandana got ’em bangin’ new era)
somethin’ on my waist, n-ggas can’t get near us
b-tches ’round me shakin’ -ss like shakira
n-ggas poppin’ cristal every time they hear us
i stay on n-ggas mind like a new era

[bridge: game]
g to the a to the m to the e
to the d to the o to the n to the t
to the s to the t to the o to the m-th-f-ckin’ p
that means i’m chillin’

[verse 2: game]
doin’ my two-step, red strings on my louis
i don’t know how to dance, so don’t step on my louis
b-tches on the dance floor bouncin’ like a p-rn star
legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car
posted at the bar everybody strizzap
double game chains hangin’ down to my lizzap
every n-gga in my clique stay iced out
reach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out
shut the club down, the game don’t stop
in the parkin’ lot, lemon lime and patrón shots
looking for ciara, heard about the goodies
hurricanes in a black wall street hoodie

[bridge: game]
g to the a to the m to the e
to the d to the o to the n to the t
to the s to the t to the o to the m-th-f-ckin’ p
that means i’m chillin’

[verse 3: game]
everybody know when the game in the clizzub
twenty impalas outside on the dizzubs
everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads
panties gettin’ wet every time they see ’em lift ups
so hop in the back seat if you a freak
three-wheel motion got ’em slidin’ in they seat
808 drums got ’em grindin’ to the beat
turn your high beams on, bring the club to the streets
if you jump off, n-ggas know what i’m about
million dollar man bring the drama to ya house
homies outside, wearing that -ss out
i’m gettin’ a lap dance, smoking chronic on your couch

[bridge: game]
g to the a to the m to the e
to the d to the o to the n to the t
to the s to the t to the o to the m-th-f-ckin’ p
that means i’m chillin’

[bridge: fergie]
i’m chillin’ in the house, rollin’ in the car
coolin’ in the tub, drinkin’ at the bar
drinkin’-drinkin’ at the
drinkin’-drinkin’-drinkin’ at the bar
i’m chillin’ in the house, rollin’ in the car
coolin’ in the tub, drinkin’ at the bar
drinkin’-drinkin’ at the
drinkin’-drinkin’-drinkin’ at the bar

[outro: game]
g to the a to the m to the e
to the d to the o to the n to the t
to the s to the t to the o to the m-th-f-ckin’ p
that means i’m chillin’

- the game lyrics

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