Fes Taylor - Just Chillin' Lyrics
[vocal sample]That's what you have in mindYeah, that's what you're all aboutGood luck, do what ya heart desires[Intro: Fes Taylor - over sample]Fes Taylor IncorporatedSports Illustrated's greatestTwo 4 War EntertainmentMost hated, you know what this is man[Fes Taylor]Son, I used to stand on them corners scramblin' quartersAlways ran with a lawyer, you ran with informantsI stand in a Taurus, I'm handlin' PorschesI'm the man, I'm demandin' endorsementsFrom Nike and Polo, don't let me catch ya wifey for doloYou tripped on her, 'bout the price of a VolvoBut me, I give her no dough, Taylor tryin' to put her on a hoe strollHer attitude took me to Sean Don from Old GoldPeppy kids schooled me on the set of the makin' of the record label movieWatch cable in jacuzzis, able to scoop a floozy, cutie with big *****iesHaters that talk shit, I'm like "***** it, I'm Rick, sue me"Mad cuz ya ***** blew me, remember I was doin' thatYea, now I'm the newest Jag, let the music blastA computer in the dash, I still keep a Ruger in the stashFor the shooters on the ave[vocal sample - repeats over hook]I don't like it... I'm movin' outI'm movin' out... I'm movin' out[Chorus: Fes Taylor]My money, got honies, they sayin' they love meCuz I, stay in the Buggy, the Range or the HumveeStash dollars to ceilings 'til I got me a millionNo apartments, tryin' to cop me a buildin'I'm just chillin', y'all, this year we killin' y'allSee I'm just scoopin' out, dames, when I used to poutNow I open new accounts, it's the kid with the billion dollar smileOnly see me smile when I make more than a hundred thou'[Fes Taylor]Tryin' to make it 'til my peoples is straight, it's a festivalAll eat from the plate, I'm leadin' the raceFirst place with a gold medal, they throw rose peddlesLike Caesar just walked in the arenaMichael Knight, I'm talkin' to the BeamerCuz the doors open out the sound of my voiceMoist, sippin' a Zima, a trip to ArgentinaFor my Grandmoms, Mildred and Tina, I'm just buildin' my team upYet I'm ready for the playoffs, smoke break, I take a day offC.E.O. status, ***** a lay offTwo ways to make history, Ghandi or AdolfThe best or the worst, I confess in a churchI was prayin' my profession'll workNow it's condos, look at my mami dressed in my shirtFes, what I'm worth? More than M.C.I.'s annual growthI'm so fly, I bring the cameras in close[Chorus][Fes Taylor]Aiyo, chicks say I'm conceited, I still lay 'em and beat itNo, I ain't tryin' to claim 'em or get 'em seeded, so split, beat itMichael Jackson, Moonwalk out the doorMy game tight, talk you right out ya drawers, for sureI want the crown, New York and it's your'sI felt pain like, saltin' ya sores, often I pauseTake a break for a second, 1-718, check and relate to my records (yeah)The Great perfected, this method of melodyCuz haters wanna break me celeries (yeah)But if it's broke I could fix it, if you holdin' some digitsLet's talk business, I could show you the visionMe and LIS, see us both in them BenzesSince Andy Allen sat me down, told me "Go independent"Listen, I'm Scrouge McWolf, I'm rollin' in richesFifty grand a hook, somethin' I could blow in the distanceCome on, it's Two 4, baby[Chorus]
