Classic by Too Chilled Lyrics
[Sample]
Going out to the hardcore Hip Hop
Ofcourse we don't flip flop
We gonna come down with the '94 style
Ofcourse we have ....
*Hipe*
[Verse 1: Too Chilled]
I pull funny faces when muffing asians
Lick my lips and proclaim it was fucking amazing/
Trouble a nation with satire and racism
Am I known as "that guy" who plays to win?//
Black tie and a case of jin, we're laming
Tell a bad joke and the crowd's fucking buggin'/
Politcally correct son is what you need be
But I'm in Mac[k] mode so I'm never really PC//
DP - now you wonder why we're skeevy/
Ndigalela ityuwa when I'm singing to the BeeGees/
Easy - coloured guy stay greezy
If not me, then my cousin's from PE//
O.P.T and Epic too/
And if you're standing in the way please let me through/
Backpack fast, shit I'm on the move
Like a bad rash, cam flash, I'm on to you!
Let's go
[Hook/hook]
Put em up, Let's go!
Put em up, Let's go!
Too Chilled let's go
[Verse 2: Too Chilled]
I'm a write off like used cheques
Forth base for four days but I haven't really touched a boob yet/
Haters try recall, well take a new guess
Instead of Too Chilled you can call me Too Fresh//
Write about the confidence, blog about the arrogance/
This real shit will put a stop to your flatulance/
You're gassed up from beans and cabbage
Vague compliments from the high heels that you hang with//
I'mma keep it real from the feet to the adlips/
On a beat on the street with them skeevy rap kids/
Tryna live large with big dreams of rapping/
Not a chart chaser here's my leave of absence //
I'm *classic*
Too Chilled you're *classic*
D'Narcs we're *classic*
Hip Hop is *classic*
Going out to the hardcore Hip Hop
Ofcourse we don't flip flop
We gonna come down with the '94 style
Ofcourse we have ....
*Hipe*
[Verse 1: Too Chilled]
I pull funny faces when muffing asians
Lick my lips and proclaim it was fucking amazing/
Trouble a nation with satire and racism
Am I known as "that guy" who plays to win?//
Black tie and a case of jin, we're laming
Tell a bad joke and the crowd's fucking buggin'/
Politcally correct son is what you need be
But I'm in Mac[k] mode so I'm never really PC//
DP - now you wonder why we're skeevy/
Ndigalela ityuwa when I'm singing to the BeeGees/
Easy - coloured guy stay greezy
If not me, then my cousin's from PE//
O.P.T and Epic too/
And if you're standing in the way please let me through/
Backpack fast, shit I'm on the move
Like a bad rash, cam flash, I'm on to you!
Let's go
[Hook/hook]
Put em up, Let's go!
Put em up, Let's go!
Too Chilled let's go
[Verse 2: Too Chilled]
I'm a write off like used cheques
Forth base for four days but I haven't really touched a boob yet/
Haters try recall, well take a new guess
Instead of Too Chilled you can call me Too Fresh//
Write about the confidence, blog about the arrogance/
This real shit will put a stop to your flatulance/
You're gassed up from beans and cabbage
Vague compliments from the high heels that you hang with//
I'mma keep it real from the feet to the adlips/
On a beat on the street with them skeevy rap kids/
Tryna live large with big dreams of rapping/
Not a chart chaser here's my leave of absence //
I'm *classic*
Too Chilled you're *classic*
D'Narcs we're *classic*
Hip Hop is *classic*