This one's for Chilly Chill, (Food and Liquor) flow
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Strong like it's been distilled by
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Hillbillies in the hills and we move down to Beverly
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So heavenly, waking niggas up like revelry
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We won't be going back to you regularly, so forget it
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Shadow flow, colder than Punxsutawney Phillip
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My mind's on dope, my brain's on skillets
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Thoroughly trained to just bang off lyrics
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Bang bang bang like Pops Wayans
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(Witherspoon) or with a fork
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Was coming out my egg like Mork, deserves his own head on Rushmore
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Flood the game like a giant in a dwarf's shorts
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So long niggas, career so short it should be riding on a horse
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Mines is a horse, but mines is the size you could sneak inside a fort
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Yours is a pony, it could sleep inside a Porsche
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I am on point like the eating side of forks
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So keep your head down like your reflection in a spoon
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Chilly Chill will be out of corrections real soon
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Enemy, god willingly
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So Ghetto
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| Lupe Fiasco |
