Mistah F.A.B. - The Chill lyrics

[Intro: Mistah F.A.B.] My life's a movie baby So groovy baby [Verse 1: Mistah F.A.B] Fly mackin', try stackin' if your paper's short Heard I got his b**h, damn, that's what he hatin' for? Tell it to the judge cuz, ‘cause I ain't the one to take to court Feeling like I'm Luke Skywalker, can you feel the force? Chill, with the guys She ain't feeling your style, when she lovin' my vibe So please don't k** my vibe Hat down low, can't see my eyes All black tint on that Maserati, can't see through my ride I advise, stay under, ‘cause when you over it'll be over Cut your gra** when you deal with snakes or walk with the cobras Watch your gla** when you drink with fakes or like me just be sober Ain't no luck from no clover, ain't no heaven for no soldier Boy I told you I was raised by the tricks and jawns, pimps and cons Born and raised in Oakland, several miles man from [?] Ooh, man this sh** we on, get blown to oblivion Marvin Gaye with your bae, let's chill and get it on [Hook] What you doin'? Ah man, I'm just chillin' Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million Ask me what I'm doing and I tell you Man, I'm just chillin' The chill, the the, the chill Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill The chill, the chill, the the, the chill Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real The chill [Verse 2: Curren$y] Smelling like money in my cousin's stinkin' Lincoln Thinking ‘bout copping the crib right next to his sh** California visiting, New Orleans living in sin Though I'm blessed, you see the lord keeps sending Gifts, every day we eat, thanksgiving sh** Fit for a king, everything I get Top notch broad if I ever hit Baby girl I could build you into a business I been here, ride to some of this realest sh** Flow deadly, sometimes I had to conceal my sh** Batteries high, charged up, I can feel it With one switch we leaning on three wheels quick Asking if you'll see me again, you will if You keep the lights hot and the bibles chillin' If one don't, another chick will listen I school her how to get rich, and you we double sick Ill, b**h [Hook] What you doin'? Ah man, I'm just chillin' Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million Ask me what I'm doing and I tell you Man, I'm just chillin' The chill, the the, the chill Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill The chill, the chill, the the, the chill Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real [Verse 3: ScHoolboy Q] Let's chill, who colder? Twisting dope, that stank odor Stripes in these streets, flipping quotas Tell Spitta bring the doja, tell F.A.B. bring the b**hes Young Q got the Guinness, if you thirsty then it's crickets Diamonds flashing, they see us Lamborghini's pa**ing Kia's Looking like you need to re-up And that b**h she ain't a keeper If I want it I buy it Hot on these records, tonight I'm changing climates We coolin' Bumping gangsta sh** to keep us grooving Make some music I get your b**h in Jacuzzi Yeah, see it ain't nothing like some a** No Uber, she gets a cab Won't love her, we lets her pa** [Hook] What you doin'? Ah man, I'm just chillin' Lounging in the ghetto and in project buildings Happy with a 100 thousand if I never make a million Ask me what I'm doing and I tell you Man, I'm just chillin' The chill, the the, the chill Pay attention, learn the secrets of the chill The chill, the chill, the the, the chill Live life, be happy, be honest, keep it real