then I was angry One creep even had a rope ready to hang me Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti? You come and vic Rob G any time you're ready
I'm the Chill Rob G, not many are equal To my rhymes I write my own damn sequel I keep your mind jumping with the things I said My talent is comeasurement
cold ready to prosecute Oh you think you're smarter, the system's older The ace has been dealt, you're now the holder The name is Chill Rob, there is
(This time we're gonna make it) [VERSE 1] I'm Chill, bust it, no need to discuss it I made the record rough so you could rush it So spin it, play it
I'm dope, face it, shoot it, freebase it Pour it in a glass, drink it, chase it Then chill, flex ,feel the full effect The impact is similar to a train
life right like I took an oath to I'm pushin my way through, I won't let you slow me down Chill is a prefix, Rob is a proper noun G is for greatness,
So they know, I ain't no oreo I'm solid, all the way through, what's up with you? My cup runneth over, here's a drop or two Rob is a roller, a writer,
on wear a beanie, stop chasin the genie I rather chase a cutie in a teenie bikini Sip Martinis on the rocks to keep it cold Then chase it down with a quart of Olde Gold The Chill
m an ear full, an eye full and a rival Givin you back what you lack for survival Into rappin, it just so happens that I'm a blackman Rob is chill, got
but none are superior My voice is choice, I'm one of the chosen I might be Chill, but I'm not frozen Self-preservation, survival of the better Chill Rob
Traduzione: Chill Rob G. Più Bounche.
Traduzione: Chill Rob G. Abitanti e Luoghi.
[Verse 1: Mac Dre] Backwoods got me congested, Ain't rested in two days, getting payed, Been on niggas heads like tupeas. I'm a thug kuzz I'll rob the
between the knees Yo. I made time to chill with Miss Portuguese Would you believe, the bitch tried to steal my fucking house keys And rob me for my G'
, Shabba Rank'n, De La Soul Stetsasonic, Shinehead, Lil' Shawn Kid'n'Play, Rob'n'Dave, Rich Nice, Fat Doug Finesse'n'Synquis, Groove B. Chill LL Cool
and the 5 In the cut on the street gettin' paid on the front line I rob for C side, death to my enemy Mission to make a mill and chill with my bigger G
pay them to do my dirt for me All they wanted 500 that's a purpose g That shows how much they worth to me I can't believe they had the nerve To rob me
he popped, or over the dimes that HE dropped Either way we got a bil' a day Cuz nowadays it's kids that spray, they feel that way And if we chill and