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Ladies and gentlemen
Grab you a bottle of Merlot
Or pour you a glass of Disaronno
Or if you're a retired drinker like myself
Put a glass of your finest sparkling cider in the air
As we make a toast to an evening of chillaxation
Chillax yourself girl, blah blah blah
Wind down, lose your top like Mardi Gras
Been cool since MC Lyte "Cha Cha Cha'd"
On my grown man steez since my papa died
In '89, now your boy Sub smoother than Jif
Get mine and even otherwise stupid as shit
By design I'm as cool as they get, the proof in the spit
Wifey lookin sweeter than the cooler she sip
A little Sax on the beach just happens to be
Exactly what you need when I rap to a beat
You hang on every syllable, word, phrase or sentence
So cold, should change my name to Cryogenics
My intention is to be your new provider of chill
Slug you with the rhyme while you admire the skill
Don't matter if I got me a fistful
Of dollars, I'm MD like Marcus initials
Who hotter than Sub?
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Baby, don't be shy)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Put a finger in the sky)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Raise your Colt 45)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation, yeah
Chillax your mind, let your conscious be free
You're now rockin to the sounds of S and MD
Definitely refreshingly free of any additives
All natural flavor's what we packagin
Strictly the best, bow down to none
Organic raw talent, come get you some
Cause I got plenty juice, y'all dyin of thirst
Mimickin my movements, straight tryin to rehearse
Cop diesel, had chickens gassed since '87
Comp' wish I would quit, they have to wait in Heaven
Cause old or new school, don't matter, I'm never failin
Now your woman winkin at me like Sarah Palin
She wasn't really ready for the job, my dude
On mics I go dumb like I'm smart as you
Genius, can hardly walk with y'all on the penis
Kicked in the ass, gotta wash off my sneakers, ya know?
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Baby, don't be shy)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Put a finger in the sky)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Raise your Colt 45)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation, yeah
Sit back, chillax and all of that while we author raps
And get this Pamper money while we body tracks
You sippin cognac, askin where the party at
Dancin so hard that you 'bout to have a heart attack
Baby stop with that, chill for a minute love
Please take it down a notch right before you give it up
Loungin in the spot where they hate to give us love
Can't deny this sound is hot, take stage and rip it up
Watch what the music does
Sax got you in the mood for love or at least a quickie
Women dig the groove so they're pleased to pick me
Cause the voice keep 'em moist and the beats are sickly
This beast get busy
In a button-up under a fresh tee that's spiffy
And you know the matchin sneaks are crispy
Like an outfit for Easter, get me?
Songs over and I'm out y'all, peace, you missed me?
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Baby, don't be shy)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Put a finger in the sky)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation
(Raise your Colt 45)
Just a little chillaxation, just a little chillaxation, yeah