"Chillin' (feat. Q)"  Parental Advisory genre: Hip Hop
	lo fi play (dial-up) hi fi play (broadband) download (3.4 MB)	email track to a friend	add to My.MP3
	rock rap song performed with band friend Q (Ryan Taylor)
	CD: Rock Out With Your Cock Out! Credits: Dave DiSarro, Drew Felter, Jason Gordon, Ryan Taylor
	Lyrics CHILLIN, TRIPPIN, ALL FUCKIN NIGHT, SO HOP INTO THE PIT IF YOU WANNA START A FIGHT. ACT WILD WITH HIGH RISK, DROP A PILL TAKE A FLIGHT LIKE A KITE, BLACK OR WHITE, YOU SEE WE GET IT RIGHT (repeat) One crazy night out with the crew I’m sippin on the brew, chillin with jay and drew, and my hommie Q. Listen up hommie to just what it is we do, we rock, we roll, get paid, go back to the studio, do a show, fuck hoes, smoke a lot of dro. Don’t give a fuck buddy cause we’re makin lots of dough. Pop shrooms, start trippin there’s nothing real I know. Jay’s bangin drums so loud, I feel like I’m in a hole. Trippin so hard I can’t walk, I’m sleepin on the floor. Got two hot chick and now they’re suckin on my balls. So let’s take advantage, tell Jake to press record, tell Q to get some action, I see he’s getting bored. He’s 3 deep chewin bars just like me. He’s so fucked up he thought he lost his right knee. But he don’t give a fuck cause he feels the nice breeze, popped 2 E’s and started rollin like some nice weed. CHILLIN, TRIPPIN, ALL FUCKIN NIGHT, SO HOP INTO THE PIT IF YOU WANNA START A FIGHT. ACT WILD WITH HIGH RISK, DROP A PILL TAKE A FLIGHT LIKE A KITE, BLACK OR WHITE, YOU SEE WE GET IT RIGHT (repeat) Dave passed out, but before he did he passed the mic to me. It’s Drew with Q and Jay cause Dave passed out on the scene. The two hot chicks he had started turning green like the hulk. Oh wait I’m trippin and now I’m feelin mean. Ripped off my shirt and started screamin, “give me E!” Can’t relax my heart pumps like a coke fiend. Dropped a pill from Q and start to relaxing. Now my dicks hard like a flu I need a vaccine. Called up this girl, I think her name was Maxine. I said give me head and she started suckin like a champion. Now look at me. We dropped bombs in the jungle now we are some monkeys with a touch a punk scene. We started out with half an ounce and we hole thing. Q hasn’t rhymed yet, wonder what he’s gonna bring. Probably lot’s of hot shit with a little punk ring. He smoked and tripped now he’s looking just like he’s Yow Ming. CHILLIN, TRIPPIN, ALL FUCKIN NIGHT, SO HOP INTO THE PIT IF YOU WANNA START A FIGHT. ACT WILD WITH HIGH RISK, DROP A PILL TAKE A FLIGHT LIKE A KITE, BLACK OR WHITE, YOU SEE WE GET IT RIGHT (repeat) It’s Q’s turn now, gonna do my thing. Bouncin my head to the beat while jay’s drums bang. It’s HIGH RISK with Q, you see we’re tripping. Chillin after one night, let’s see if you can hang like my plaques on the wall. Let’s see if you complain. My styles hot, I’m goin nowhere and I’ll never change. Still droppin things, trippin up on stage. If you had it like us you’d probably do the same. Now I’m seein colors. Dave looks like Korothers. See Jay and Drew trippin too. They look just like my brothers. Didn’t know what to do, I hopped into my covers. See a hot up in there so touched up on a rubber. Aw, fuck it, I don’t care, I want a baby mother. Pulled that shit off and put my dick right up in that bubble. Ain’t have a kid but I’m burnin up with trouble. Checked out for some shit that doctors ain’t discovered. CHILLIN, TRIPPIN, ALL FUCKIN NIGHT, SO HOP INTO THE PIT IF YOU WANNA START A FIGHT. ACT WILD WITH HIGH RISK, DROP A PILL TAKE A FLIGHT LIKE A KITE, BLACK OR WHITE, YOU SEE WE GET IT RIGHT (repeat)

Copyright notice. All material on MP3.com is protected by copyright law and by international treaties. You may download this material and make reasonable number of copies of this material only for your own personal use. You may not otherwise reproduce, distribute, publicly perform, publicly display, or create derivative works of this material, unless authorized by the appropriate copyright owner(s).