Tabu - Chillin' With My Noccas lyrics

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Tabu - Chillin' With My Noccas lyrics

[Hook: Kenny Siegel] Wh-wh-what's the word yo? Me and my posse thicker than a fur coat (thicker than a fur coat) Deeper than ya birds throat Nerds know, we don't f** with them from the word go Chillin' with my noccas, chillin' with my noccas I be chillin' with my noccas, chillin' with my noccas Find me chillin' with my noccas, chillin' with my noccas Probably (smoking on some purp or sipping on some vodka) [Verse 1: Demetrius Capone] Damn! I be chillin' like a muh, chillin' chillin' like a muhf**a What the f** is up? Damn! I'mma feel on little momma laying on them tits I bought her I'm just chillin' with my knockers, ugh Me and nachos chillin', when I'm willin' ain't got no ceilin' In these streets, we retarded like filling a pot hole listen If you feelin' so macho n***a, then I'm willin' to squash yo melon Cause I'm feeling soprano, k**in' ya pronto, wishin' that God forgive him C and the O.B, chillin' like Craig and Smokey I'm Thor's younger brother, in other words I said I'm Loki But don't make me turn into Deebo, what you got on my 40 homie Ya dead homie's on my 40. BLAOW! Cause he ran up on me [Verse 2: Julius Luciano] I be chillin' with my noccas, spendin' all this guap up Stackin' C notes high, call them high notes, opera Yeah I'm chillin' with my noccas, sippin' all this vodka With a chick from New York, I play in her garden, yeah n***a watch her And we party hard, bringin down the house no Steve Martin I'm charged up, couldn't bring my charge down with a plea bargain When that beef starting, better keep walking I'mma squeeze larkins', have the heat barkin' I'll split ya crown blaow, sit you down, Steven Hawking Hold up! You just a towel boy, I'm playin' in the game Me and my dudes wild boys, word to MGK You wanna live it up? Hang around my peoples Hit the club all the drinks on the house like shingles [Hook] [Verse 3: Andrew 'Dice' Dinero] I be chillin' with my noccas, chillin' chillin' with my noccas You n***as ain't real, you be chillin' with them coppers I be grippin' on my chopper while I'm hanging like a chandelier Colt 45, open your lid like a can of beer Yeah we all about cheese, right? Blow a green no weed pipe Posted up like a street light, in LB with that beach like I stay with a chick that give me brains, no prob Her head game dope, I call that a blow job When I'm in the booth my n***a, I'm on my U-Gang sh** Run all over the track like Bolt, I'm on my Usain sh** f** whoever you came with, I'm chillin' with my noccas You got a prob, I'll bring the beef to ya jaw, no potluck [Verse 4: Kenny Siegel] I f**s with my COBstas, my COBians, my COBos We get this sh** started like keys to an auto Ssuutt ssuutt! C-O f**ing B that's the motto I eat with my noccas, get cheese with my nachos We don't f** with lames, that's the known rule Like cows birthin' daughters we ain't having no bull Chicks wanna wear my chain, they all on my sack They wanna pick my brain they be askin' for j**els H-Gang, f** you think you playin with? Even when you use the word manure you ain't sayin' sh** I be chillin', feelin' Mary J-uanna So much I wanna, marry a J, I'm gonna [Hook] [Outro] This how we do sh** We on some new sh** This Horseshoe my nocca We on some shoe sh** This 'how we do sh** We gettin loot b**h This 'COB my nocca We on some crew sh**

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