Sir Michael Rocks - Chill lyrics

[Verse 1: Like] She told me She don't like the way yo breath smell Bluetooth in the club and it's Nextel Tattoos on yo neck with yo ex spelled She's an S Cla**, you an XL - Hyundai You told her that you s** well - funnay If this was school, you'd be expelled - Monday Someday, maybe you'll get a clear view She just wanna dance, she don't wanna hear you [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Ah, that's dope, them pants cuffs was a nice touch You going to the award show with a white tux Dog, you hyped up? You hype, man? For who now? You say y'all n***as threw down, the b**hes want you now? You was a substitute alternate second string Background back-up dancer for Dru Hill Man, that's cool I'mma be right back So stay right here and keep on track And you got that... [Hook: Sir Michael Rocks x2] Homeboy, chill, don't be so rough You can holler at a girl 'til she go deaf But, you ain't, saying, nothing, man Don't, hold, yo, breath [Verse 3: Like] Spot her with her friends and you try and impose so you buy her a rose But she already know you be lying to hoes Plus, you ain't fresh, you don't iron ya clothes With ya work boots on, where you buy 'em, from Lowes? She tryna get chose, but her standards too high and you high in the lows She got a shovel out, tryna get gold She from Chi-Town, yep she tryna get Rose [Verse 4: Sir Michael Rocks] Ay - you ain't see how she gave him the slip Thought he had it in the bag but he losing his grip Took a hand up on her hip and she took it and put it back Yea, he got the iPhone but his screen cracked Who gave you that? Your bait is jacked And your hairline look like a rainbow You know the whole game like watching a game show Then be wondering why we don't kick it with the same hoes [Hook x2] [Outro: Sir Michael Rocks] Ay, good looking, Like. We gotta show these old, ya nahmsayin, 300C driving a** n***as what it really is, man. You don't got a chance with her if you not talking right, dog. It's all about that mind, dude. If you ain't coming correct on the mindframe then you ain't really gon' have a chance, man. You gotta hold your own out here, man. Stop doing what you see these n***as on BET doing, dog. Live your own life. Stand on your own two, man. This sh** is real