Ijuswannachill

Lyrics

[Intro: Large Professor & *Sample*] Yeah! "We gon' rock a little somethin' like this" "We gon' rock a little somethin' like this" "We gon' rock a little somethin' like this" "We gon' rock a little somethin' like this" [Chorus: Large Professor] I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a... check it out! [Verse 1: Large Professor] Sittin' and thinkin' 'bout the time I wrote four stacks of rhymes for dimes Made me wanna go back to doin' crimes on the corner But the street life? Hotter than a sauna So I don't think I'm gonna, plus the fact I was born a Nigga to hit the land with the mic in hand, and SP And get it like—"uh!"—Dizzy Gillespie And this is how I do, not three or two But one, nigga from Queens for the hip-hop fiends All over, gas a honey up to let me unclothe her And this time around, check how I get down as I go the Extra mile, raised in Carlyle Born up in Harlem, ever since, I've been destined for stardom So move over, bacon It's the anti-fakin' beat-makin' nigga that makes the earth quake and Let the man push through, others are left without a clue Large Professor in the house, one-two [Chorus: Large Professor] I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a... check it out! [Verse 2: Large Professor] About as deadly as a 9, here to rock mankind like a landmine With the ill shit that I design Professor keep sucka chump crews under pressure Like this girl I know, but yo, I can't stress her 'Cause I'm cool like dat, matter of fact, even cooler Opposite of sun ruler, nothin' to do with Arula and Keena You can catch me joyridin' on Kissena As I keep the competition mind up in between a Rock and a hard place, and just like a car chase I'm action-packed with the drama of Scarface I'm real, honey'll hit me off with a meal And I'm out so I can get me a stout — what's it all about? Tryin' to stack off a contract, Jack, and stay Black Long as I can keep that intact, ain't a damn thing stoppin' The one that keep it hoppin', do the one-two to I'm droppin' [Chorus: Large Professor] I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a hundred dollar bill I don't wanna ill, I just wanna chill And keep my hand around a... check it out! [Verse 3: Large Professor] So strap up for the return of the brother that earn props But this time, I got to get more burn, Hobbs So record-company man, please give me a push So I can swing to higher levels of life, like a kids and wife And I'll deliver, for a while I didn't give a... Frustrated from fuckin' with the snakes that slither But nevertheless, in 3D's Large Profess' With what I would call a bullshit-proof vest And yes, I make the beats you could feel in your chest And write the rhymes that reflect a young man blessed With the mind and motivation, hittin' your station Comin' back to attack off a ghetto vacation For the hip-hop nation! [Outro: Large Professor & *samples*] "Okay!" I don't wanna ill "O-okay!" "O-okay!" "O-okay!" "O-o-o-o-okay-kay!" "Okay!" "O-o-okay!" "Okay!" "Okay!" "Okay! Now dig this!" "Money!" "Money!" "Money!" "M-money!" "M-money!" "M-money!" "M-money!" "F-f-funky to listen to"