Ultramagnetic Mc's - Chuck Chillout lyrics

[Ced Gee] Yo this next joint is dedicated To this old school DJ we know, Chuck Chillout Peep it [KK] Yeah [Hook: Kool Keith] Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout Chuck Chucky, Chuck Chillout [Kool Keith] As I freak with that hyper dope I'm with Chuck, fuller trunk Off my style get s**y, the phantom with the spunk Kickin one-oh-seven, the point five gettin liver Like a redneck truck, he'll be the tractor trailer driver Pushin my low-down, I'm headed up the turnpike In Madison Square Garden, Boogieman to Burmite No rapper out there, in groups can compare I take they baldhead girlfriends, and give 'em all some hair Respect is due, not tryin to be so Jamaican United States immigant, your first black President Intelligent Chill, like rock'em sock'em robots MC's get played, just like a Slinky and a Go-bot I know they styles are weak, I flush 'em down like doo doo They just that brown stuff, floatin in the baby's boo boo I run this game, you s**ers know my name Great walls of fire! I roast you in the flames I'm Kool Keith, my thing is long and pure beef Signin off, check it out the master Comin with that great stuff like, Beetle Bailey [Hook] [Ced Gee] It's the super, producer, coming out crazy When I grab a mic, I could never rock lazy I went downtown, and I had this girl named Maisy I came back uptown, did a show and got loot I got paid with foodstamps, quarter fifty cent juice I wiped off the sweat, cause I never ever let I wiped off the sweat, cause I never ever let A roachy thing like that, get me on the low Instead I write up rhymes, I come out with the flow It comes out kind of hyped, now people don't be scared If you're poor I got sympathy, here's some welfare A wick wick wicky, check I'm gettin sticky My foodstamps are so late, I had to watch the Ricky Lake, show, get deep into the topic Make up my own subject, turn on the radio Listen to the man, you know [Hook] - 1.75X