Fergie - I'm Chillin' lyrics

[Intro] You Got's To Chill I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [x8] [Verse 1] Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow Black on black lamborghini with the dizzor Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor Bandana tied around the rear view mirror Red bandana got 'em bangin' new era Something on my waist n***as can't get near us b**hes 'round me shakin a** like Shakira n***as poppin' Chrystal everytime they hear us I stay on n***as mind like a new era [Hook] 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 muthaf**in P That means I'm chillin' I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm Chillin' [x8] [Verse 2] Doing my two step Red strings on my louis I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis b**hes on the dance floor bouncin' like a p**nstar Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car Post it up the bar everybody strizzap Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap Every n***a in my click stay iced out Reach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out Shut the club down, The Game don't stop In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies Hurricanes in a BlackWallStreet Hoodie [Hook] [Verse 3] Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub 20 impalas outside on the dizzubs Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads Panties gettin' wet everytime they see 'em lift ups So hop in the back seat if you're a freak Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat 808 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets If you jump off n***as know what I'm about Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house Hommies outside, Wearing that a** out I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch [Hook] [Outro x2] I'm chillin' in the house Rollin' in the car Coolin' in the tub Drinkin' at the bar