hour Fuck, in the studio, I'm Berry Gordy wit the powder No retreat , No surrender I'm at the juice bar, Armageddon's in the blender [NAH!] Getting' ready for
I got juice, and this niggas scared I'll F your head up, like the L.A. 4, when I flow for cash I got for broke like Mel for Moore Why should a male
, 6, 5 Oh, no days off Twenty four hour party people Plastic face can't smile the white out I need 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 3, 6, 5 all the time I need 1
What time is it? Where you are? I miss you more than anything Back at home you feel so far Waitin' for the phone to ring It's gettin', lonely livin'
treat. (Yum yum) I'll let you double dip it in your favorite sauce. I'll even let you eat the cherry on the top. You'll beg for seconds in a diabetic
thought it'd be bad that I got way too many chickz I-I-I-I-I-I I got way too many chickz (x5) But if I had a dollar for the good ones I wouldn't make
give it on the arm you can get it from me Cuz if prices was any cheaper y'all be sellin' it for free Paid 2-3 sell it for 2-2-5 McDonald's is makin more
in here DJ don't be scared to run this, run this back I'm repping for the girls who taking over the world Have me raise a glass for the college grads
Oh, this is my The reason that we here, the reason that we here You shut the up, what can you do? We been riding in this car for 5 hours, what you gonna
beep] up.) The reason that we here. ([beep] you can't sing.) You shut the [beep] up, what can you do? We been ridin in this car for 5 hours What you gonna
me for real, it's gone be somethin' Yeah, I'm talkin' lights, camera, action Had me singin', "I'm sorry Ms. Jackson" Uh', turn it around lemme see somethin' With me for
smoke bud, sniff a bee's ass to get a buzz I'm everything you think you don't know Yo man, I throw a 5 in the power Poppa wheely with the front end hittin speed bumps 40 miles per hour
what's beef? Me I'm like what's weed? Weed is actually a medicine for me, you know Every 4 hours like a prescription I smoke And I'm thanking my refer chief for
't bite My raise the gross sales, like Mike and Ike My big brother almighty I keep a gamma ray, I'ma G-5 G Take a G-5 jeep, G-5 deep Too some of their
, niggaz ain't stoppin' me And we can't lose 'cuz Puff set us up properly Just won't settle for lesser, who wanna test us We be in the 5 with the goose
at her mean next time you meet Young tender won't care she's still fine here You come again with your playboy line you don't stop The party start jumping 5 hours
for lost pay loads The bay knows it?s hustle-matic till you drop Stop lookin' bold through the cuts, lookin' for cops I kept on runnin' for three years
The KLF - Chill Out ------------------- By: Mario Moeller (moeller@mundil.cs.mu.oz.au) CHILL OUT - JAMS LP 5