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Fes Taylor
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Just Chillin'
[vocal sample] That's what you have in mind Yeah, that's what you're all about Good luck, do what ya heart desires
[Intro: Fes Taylor - over sample] Fes Taylor Incorporated Sports Illustrated's greatest Two 4 War Entertainment Most hated, you know what this is man
[Fes Taylor] Son, I used to stand on them corners scramblin' quarters Always ran with a lawyer, you ran with informants I stand in a Taurus, I'm handlin' Porsches I'm the man, I'm demandin' endorsements From Nike and Polo, don't let me catch ya wifey for dolo You tripped on her, 'bout the price of a Volvo But me, I give her no dough, Taylor tryin' to put her on a hoe stroll Her attitude took me to Sean Don from Old Gold Peppy kids schooled me on the set of the makin' of the record label movie Watch cable in jacuzzis, able to scoop a floozy, cutie with big boobies Haters that talk shit, I'm like 'Fuck it, I'm Rick, sue me' Mad cuz ya bitch blew me, remember I was doin' that Yea, now I'm the newest Jag, let the music blast A computer in the dash, I still keep a Ruger in the stash For the shooters on the ave
[vocal sample - repeats over hook] I don't like it... I'm movin' out I'm movin' out... I'm movin' out
[Chorus: Fes Taylor] My money, got honies, they sayin' they love me Cuz I, stay in the Buggy, the Range or the Humvee Stash dollars to ceilings 'til I got me a million No apartments, tryin' to cop me a buildin' I'm just chillin', y'all, this year we killin' y'all See I'm just scoopin' out, dames, when I used to pout Now I open new accounts, it's the kid with the billion dollar smile Only see me smile when I make more than a hundred thou'
[Fes Taylor] Tryin' to make it 'til my peoples is straight, it's a festival All eat from the plate, I'm leadin' the race First place with a gold medal, they throw rose peddles Like Caesar just walked in the arena Michael Knight, I'm talkin' to the Beamer Cuz the doors open out the sound of my voice Moist, sippin' a Zima, a trip to Argentina For my Grandmoms, Mildred and Tina, I'm just buildin' my team up Yet I'm ready for the playoffs, smoke break, I take a day off C.E.O. status, fuck a lay off Two ways to make history, Ghandi or Adolf The best or the worst, I confess in a church I was prayin' my profession'll work Now it's condos, look at my mami dressed in my shirt Fes, what I'm worth? More than M.C.I.'s annual growth I'm so fly, I bring the cameras in close
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[Fes Taylor] Aiyo, chicks say I'm conceited, I still lay 'em and beat it No, I ain't tryin' to claim 'em or get 'em seeded, so split, beat it Michael Jackson, Moonwalk out the door My game tight, talk you right out ya drawers, for sure I want the crown, New York and it's your's I felt pain like, saltin' ya sores, often I pause Take a break for a second, 1-718, check and relate to my records (yeah) The Great perfected, this method of melody Cuz haters wanna break me celeries (yeah) But if it's broke I could fix it, if you holdin' some digits Let's talk business, I could show you the vision Me and LIS, see us both in them Benzes Since Andy Allen sat me down, told me 'Go independent' Listen, I'm Scrouge McWolf, I'm rollin' in riches Fifty grand a hook, somethin' I could blow in the distance Come on, it's Two 4, baby
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