This here's serious, look your reaction
(I don't care)
You brag about what you got but
With Whip and my nigga Talib, we just chillin'
Y'all non-rappin' chicks can keep chillin'
Got the flag on my arm, it proves I am the bomb
I don't care, Sermon, ayo, Talib Kweli
Workin' a 9 to 5 now, is like you hustlin' backwards
If this don't work, come back like boomerang
I took long but I'm finally here
Yes, I'm doin' this for y'all amusement
When the things you own start ownin' you, they your master
(I don't care)
Got the caramel skin, on the parallel twin
MC and ma, people call me Whip
(I don't care)
Basketball players and up-and-comin' actors
I change the flow so it go with the music
Kid, I ain't never scared, homey, I bone crush you
(New York, stand up)
When you get that feelin' that gun concealin' is a hobby
Songwriters: James Henry Boxley, George Clinton Jr, Talib Kweli Green, Whip Montez, Carlton Ridenhour, Kirk Robinson, Eric T Sadler, Erick Sermon
People kill people but the Sun don't chill
(I don't care)
But I smack the shit out you, like
Testin', microphones are o-o-on, I'm g-g-gone
I'm in the big truck so
Nobody give a fuck about you, we chillin'
I don't care
Whip in the house, Brooklyn in the buildin'
Yup, he sold more records but son sucked
Yeah, I'm on the block, man, chillin'
I don't care
I'm on the block, real tough, just chillin'
I don't care
Ayo, E is chillin', Kwe is chillin'
With Whip and my nigga E Dub, we just chillin'
It's like that, you know how it is, we just chillin'
But still, I stand cooler than a Minnesota winter
Keep it thorough, ain't real, guns don't kill
Kid, you ain't never seen Dubs in action, no
Yo
I don't need to mess with you, I've got plenty of dudes
I got the whole Red Hook with me chillin'
And I get the paper so
So if you really wanna know how it is, I'm just chillin'
I sound like me, you sound like Jay-Z
Duke, speak breezy, I come and touch you
And although I'm prissy, don't get it confused
I'm parked by the Rucker park, I'm just chillin'
The most anticipated chick of the year, cheaugh
Call me washed up, yeah, talk about me
'Cause these hoes can't mess with this Dominican chick
Yup, the rhyme animal, a different sample though
I ain't too big for the game, I'm just chillin'
Come on, Whip, Def Squad, uh, yeah
A veteran, I flow like I'm young, what?
I came to flip and reverse game
Talk if you want 'cause
All I do is speak Spanish and it works like a charm
Swimmin' with the sharks and flirtin' with disaster
Yeah
Watch E do his thing
Workin' on a new project while you chillin' in the lobby
Heads keep turnin' like a carousel spins
Brooklyn, Long Island, uh-huh, Red Hook, what?
Blood on the dance floor, sweat on the ceilin'
Roll through if you want 'cause
I been ready, 'cause I payed my dues
Publishers: BRIDGEPORT MUSIC INC, FIRST PRIORITY MUSIC PUBLISHING, PEN SKILLS MUSIC, RYKOMUSIC, LTD., SONGS OF WINDSWEPT PACIFIC
Nigga, hotter than the blocks where guns bust over dinners
Plus, all the sinners got dreams they runnin' after
Material things that we shit, I'm just chillin'
That's why all these young girls in love with the rappers
Nobody stealin' shows like Kweli
I know for a fact, these women are sick
Every dude that I touch get whipped like my first name
(I don't care)
Yo, this goes out to my Brooklyn crew
Hah, Chilltown, let's go, once again, back is the incredible
Yo, Def Squad got the girl and now I'm just chillin'
Hah,yeah, I'm at the crib, man, chillin'
Underground love my spot, I'm just chillin'
(I don't care)
You might catch me on the train, okay, I'm just, chillin'
I'm just chillin' all alone, no one to be with, man
I got the yak in the back of the club, I'm just chillin'
Like audio, tune milk and kids, we chillin'