Lyrics:
\nVERSE 1
\nChillax yourself, girl, blah blah blah
\nWind down, lose your top like Mardi Gras!
\nBeen cool since MC Lyte Cha Cha Cha’d!
\nOn my grown man stee since my papa died…
\nIn ’89! Now your boy, Sub, smoother than Jif
\nGet mine, anything otherwise, stupid as shit!
\nBy design, I’m as cool as they get,
\nThe proof’s in the spit!
\nWifey looking sweeter than the cooler she sip.
\nA little Sax on the beach
\nJust happens to be
\nExactly what you need.
\nWhen I rap to a beat…
\nYou hang on every syllable, word, phrase or sentence.
\nSo cold, I should change my name to Cryogenics!
\nMy intention is to be your new provider or chill!
\nSlay you with the rhyme while you admire the skill!
\nDon’t matter if I got me a fist full of dollars,
\nI’m MD, like Marcus initials!
\nWho hotter than Suubbb?!<\/p>\n

HOOK
\nJust a little chillaxation,
\nJust a little chillaxation.
\nBaby don’t be shy!
\nJust a little chillaxation,
\nJust a little chillaxation.
\nPut a finger in the sky!
\nJust a little chillaxation,
\nJust a little chillaxation.
\nRaise your Colt 45!
\nJust a little chillaxation,
\nJust a little chillaxation.
\nYeah.<\/p>\n

VERSE 2
\nChillax your mind, let your conscious be free.
\nYou’re now rockin’ with the sounds of S & MD!
\nDestined to be
\nRefreshing free of any additives.
\nAll natural flavors what we’re packaging.
\nStrictly the best bow down to none.
\nOrganic,
\nRaw talent,
\nCome get you some!
\n‘Cause I got plenty juice, y’all dying of thirst.
\nMimicking my moments straight try’na rehearse!
\nCock diesel, had chickens gassed since ’87.
\nComp’ wish I would quit, they have to wait in heaven!
\n‘Cause old or new school don’t matter I’m never failing!
\nNow your woman winking at me like Sarah Pailin
\nShe wasn’t really ready for the job my dude.
\nOn mics, I go dumb like I’m smart as you, genius!
\nCan hardly walk with y’all on the penis.
\nKick plenty ass, gotta wash off my sneakers you know?!<\/p>\n

HOOK<\/p>\n

VERSE 3
\nChillax yourself and all of that
\nAs we author raps
\nAnd get this pamper money when I body tracks.
\nSippin’ cognac,
\nAskin’ where the party at,
\nDancin’ so hard that you ’bout to have a heart attack!
\nBaby stop with that,
\nChill for a minute, love.
\nPlease take it down a notch, right before you give it up!
\nLoungin’ in the spot
\nWhere they hate to give us love.
\nCan’t deny the sound is hot,
\nTake stage, rip it up.
\nWatch what the music does.
\nSax got you in the mood for love,
\nOr at least a quickie!
\nWomen dig the groove so they’re pleased to pick me
\n‘Cause the voice keep’em moist and the beats are sickly!
\nThis beats get busy!
\nIn a button up, under a fresh Tee that’s spiffy.
\nAnd you know the matching sneaks are crispy
\nLike an outfit for Easter, get me?!
\nSongs over and I’m out, Joe. Peace, ya’ missed me!<\/p>\n

HOOK<\/p>\n<\/div>\n

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