Ultramagnetic MC’s - Chuck Chillout lyrics
[Ultramagnetic MC’s - Chuck Chillout lyrics]
Yo this next joint is dedicated
To this old school DJ we know, Chuck Chillout
Peep it
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
As I freak with that hyper
Dope I'm with Chuck, fuller trunk
Off my style get sexy
The phantom with the spunk
Kickin one oh-seven
The point five gettin liver
Like a redneck truck
He'll be the tractor trailer driver
Pushin my low down
I'm headed up the turnpike
In Madison Square Garden
Boogieman to Burmite
No rapper out there, in groups can compare
I take they baldhead girlfriends
And give 'em all some hair
Respect is due, not tryin to be so Jamaican
United States immigant
Your first black President
Intelligent Chill
Like rock'em sock'em robots mC's get played
Just like a Slinky and a Go-bot
I know they styles are weak
I flush 'em down like doo doo
They just that brown stuff
Floatin in the baby's boo boo
I run this game, you suckers know my name
Great walls of fire! I roast
You in the flames i'm Kool Keith
My thing is long and pure beef
Signin off, check it out the master
Comin with that great stuff like
Beetle Bailey
It's the super, producer, coming out crazy
When I grab a mic, I could never rock lazy
I went downtown
And I had this girl named Maisy
I came back uptown, did a show and got loot
I got paid with foodstamps
Quarter fifty cent juice
I wiped off the sweat, cause I never ever let
I wiped off the sweat, cause I never ever let
A roachy thing like that, get me on the low
Instead I write up rhymes
I come out with the flow
It comes out kind of hyped
Now people don't be scared
If you're poor I got sympathy
Here's some welfare
A wick wick wicky, check I'm gettin sticky
My foodstamps are so late
I had to watch the Ricky
Lake, show, get deep into the topic
Make up my own subject, turn on the radio
Listen to the man, you know
To this old school DJ we know, Chuck Chillout
Peep it
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout
As I freak with that hyper
Dope I'm with Chuck, fuller trunk
Off my style get sexy
The phantom with the spunk
Kickin one oh-seven
The point five gettin liver
Like a redneck truck
He'll be the tractor trailer driver
Pushin my low down
I'm headed up the turnpike
In Madison Square Garden
Boogieman to Burmite
No rapper out there, in groups can compare
I take they baldhead girlfriends
And give 'em all some hair
Respect is due, not tryin to be so Jamaican
United States immigant
Your first black President
Intelligent Chill
Like rock'em sock'em robots mC's get played
Just like a Slinky and a Go-bot
I know they styles are weak
I flush 'em down like doo doo
They just that brown stuff
Floatin in the baby's boo boo
I run this game, you suckers know my name
Great walls of fire! I roast
You in the flames i'm Kool Keith
My thing is long and pure beef
Signin off, check it out the master
Comin with that great stuff like
Beetle Bailey
It's the super, producer, coming out crazy
When I grab a mic, I could never rock lazy
I went downtown
And I had this girl named Maisy
I came back uptown, did a show and got loot
I got paid with foodstamps
Quarter fifty cent juice
I wiped off the sweat, cause I never ever let
I wiped off the sweat, cause I never ever let
A roachy thing like that, get me on the low
Instead I write up rhymes
I come out with the flow
It comes out kind of hyped
Now people don't be scared
If you're poor I got sympathy
Here's some welfare
A wick wick wicky, check I'm gettin sticky
My foodstamps are so late
I had to watch the Ricky
Lake, show, get deep into the topic
Make up my own subject, turn on the radio
Listen to the man, you know