The Chords - Chillin' (Like Matt Dillon) lyrics

(Verse 1) Timbuktu: I keep it custard, glued to the couch set I get my outlet fully outstretched I get my kicks snackin' on babyback ribs Chillin' in the gravymack crib Leave the runnin' to others, I'll be calm here Laid back, robe on and the armchair And get a footrub, and some good love Just ease the self and eat ‘til I'm fill of That would be a nice stressless life With less phonecalls from pesterin' types And less restless nights, less tests in sight And more of what I like with all the extras, right? Chords: Chill like a pro with a veteran's habit Like s**ed the sedatives out the medicine cabinet I don't like work, don't like lifting fingers I swim in gravy like a chicken dinner And just chill, stay true to the word Body so relaxed it's like I'm doing the worm And if there's food in the house, I'm glued to the couch Spliff in my right hand, a brew in my mouth Elbows back, it's a well-known fact That I'm stuck to the bed like a velcro strap Doing nothing, not tired at all But I ain't getting up unless I hear the fire alarm (Chorus) Rantoboko: I like to chill, I like to have a lick fun We don't bother nobody, we don't have no big gun Me love to chill And I listen to me new wave I like to chill I like to have a lick fun We don't carry no weapon mr policeman Can't I just chill? Just listen to me new wave (Verse 2) Timbuktu: I love to chill, gotta chill to love I feel the drums and I build it up With my boys and a beer and a couple of birds Such as the world interfere you're f**ing disturbed s**ers and nerds always wanna ruin the fun Whether it's MC's or police persuin' Jason But any chance I get catch me kickin it to dancer chicks Taking sips, s**ing on cancer sticks Chords: I'm so tasters I even sip my tang on the rocks All stretched out by the grandfather clock But don't get me wrong I land on your block, hand on my crotch And put your whole camp on the spot All over some sh** you said on the b-side Or dropped off the head in a freestyle But I'd rather keep to the side And cork up the tinto when the weekend arrives Chorus (Bridge) We're straight lampin, maxin and relaxin Cold chillin' just kickin it back and Leveitatin, just based in Sautéenin, marinating (Verse 3) Chords: I don't keep it a secret All I do is smoke weed with my people and sleep through the weekends Late night find Chords on his back 4 in the morning watching war of the ants Timbuktu: Touring with Chance through northern Europe and France Forward advance, fillin up floors at the dance We don't work, we get paid for R&R City to city, every day is like Mardi Gras Chords: Eatin Häagen Dazs is like a daily chore So if you wanna see me moving, dawg pay me more And if not, keep pa**ing them trees And keep the voice down while I'm catching the z's Timbuktu: Last but not least it's all over after we leave With Chords at the wheel I max in the pa**enger seat Ah yeah, the whole car shake from the woofers It's a chillfest so partake in the goodness