Chillin (Like Matt Dillon) - Chords

I keep it custard, glued to the couch set

I get my outlet fully outstretched

I get my kicks snackin' on babyback ribs

Chillin' in the gravymack crib

Leave the runnin' to others, I’ll be calm here

Laid back, robe on and the armchair

And get a footrub, and some good love

Just ease the self and eat ‘til I’m fill of

That would be a nice stressless life

With less phonecalls from pesterin' types

And less restless nights, less tests in sight

And more of what I like with all the extras, right?

Chords:

Chill like a pro with a veteran’s habit

Like sucked the sedatives out the medicine cabinet

I don’t like work, don’t like lifting fingers

I swim in gravy like a chicken dinner

And just chill, stay true to the word

Body so relaxed it’s like I’m doing the worm

And if there’s food in the house, I’m glued to the couch

Spliff in my right hand, a brew in my mouth

Elbows back, it’s a well-known fact

That I’m stuck to the bed like a velcro strap

Doing nothing, not tired at all

But I ain’t getting up unless I hear the fire alarm

(Chorus) Rantoboko:

I like to chill, I like to have a lick fun

We don’t bother nobody, we don’t have no big gun

Me love to chill

And I listen to me new wave

I like to chill I like to have a lick fun

We don’t carry no weapon mr policeman

Can’t I just chill?

Just listen to me new wave

(Verse 2) Timbuktu:

I love to chill, gotta chill to love

I feel the drums and I build it up

With my boys and a beer and a couple of birds

Such as the world interfere you’re fucking disturbed

Suckers and nerds always wanna ruin the fun

Whether it’s MC’s or police persuin' Jason

But any chance I get catch me kickin it to dancer chicks

Taking sips, sucking on cancer sticks

Chords:

I’m so tasters I even sip my tang on the rocks

All stretched out by the grandfather clock

But don’t get me wrong I land on your block, hand on my crotch

And put your whole camp on the spot

All over some shit you said on the b-side

Or dropped off the head in a freestyle

But I’d rather keep to the side

And cork up the tinto when the weekend arrives

(Bridge)

We’re straight lampin, maxin and relaxin

Cold chillin' just kickin it back and

Leveitatin, just based in

Sautéenin, marinating

(Verse 3) Chords:

I don’t keep it a secret

All I do is smoke weed with my people and sleep through the weekends

Late night find Chords on his back

4 in the morning watching war of the ants

Timbuktu:

Touring with Chance through northern Europe and France

Forward advance, fillin up floors at the dance

We don’t work, we get paid for R&R

City to city, every day is like Mardi Gras

Chords:

Eatin Häagen Dazs is like a daily chore

So if you wanna see me moving, dawg pay me more

And if not, keep passing them trees

And keep the voice down while I’m catching the z’s

Timbuktu:

Last but not least it’s all over after we leave

With Chords at the wheel I max in the passenger seat

Ah yeah, the whole car shake from the woofers

It’s a chillfest so partake in the goodness