Chillin n' Lofas Songtext
von Young Lay

I pop shop to make the mill on the ill block
Low enough for baby Laysan to love his place
In my young homie Faze
Oh yeah, R.I.P.′s to Daphne B and my homie R.O.D
True love ones, you know what I'm sayin′?


Dunkin' mean got me thinkin' mean with the Gaysian
About the days when we was slavin′ on vacation
Another phase when one of ya homies get to blazin′
Up a track that's gonna send me right back
To sort of territory I′m scared to give it up thing
Light up on the lick, shake the counterfeit
That don't amount to shit
Talkin′ just to be talkin'
Rule is clockin′
Harkin' just to be harkin'
The word murderer
Leavin′ emcees frightened
Pullin′ your toes at your shows
Got 'em hyped and jealous typin′
Dirty Mackin', not a much love
I pack some gad
Why you just pack some old grudge?
Just from the system
Boss in prison, behind gates
Hittin′ heavy weights, yeah
And Mr. Murderman
A heart of metal hit the floor
A Shasta crew means a wound with a bloody code
Get the scattin' for the neighbors, get the chit-chattin′
Grind the yakkin', hittin' ′em with that split splattin′
And kill the phone, yeah
Well, we pack some mac and walk up, um, yeah
What color's I? We just mobster, your strips and humps
Our crew that′s shaking fast, some missus with the blue and red
Some tight back brothers called the local said
I got the endo tech, my man sending the blood to gather
Lookin' around for some cash, what I′m gon' jack?

I′m 'bout to blow straight up
Rap, it's over, track up, see my ville
Smell my weed and get the mail
Hell yeah, blow that douche blunt
Love the stunts, you know I′ma screw the cabbage
I′m for it, I gots to have it like a savage
I'm ′bout to blow straight up
Rap, it's over, track up, see my ville
Smell my weed and get the mail
Hell yeah, blow that douche blunt
Love the stunts, you know I′ma screw the cabbage
I'm for it, I gots to have it like a savage
I′m 'bout to blow straight up


Just chillin' in Lofas
I′m ′bout to blow straight up
Just chillin' in Lofas
I′m 'bout to blow straight up
Ronnie chillin′, we posted
I'm ′bout to blow straight up
And I'm just chillin' n Lofas

Now I′m never giving squares down my sack
Giving my players hat on my locals track
Clear ′cause that's where it′s at, it gets wet
Ain't the sewers clear, factors come with straps
Went to jail, came back, still I spit that rap
Roll up the jack, walk round the strips and grind it, post it
Come with that rap to make ′em choke, let's keep on smoking
Know why you smoking? Play it, watch it for them crooked cops
They can′t fade this young rap, hip-hop
And while they dropping this and popping this, they making nervous
I told them the cops ain't a thing but you just playing verses
So come with that dope
And so what if they heard you stackin'?
She like the pigs, I′m seekin′ as they dirty-mackin'
Always sweatin′ to stop, pullin' over my car, ain′t nothin'
Then I ask the officer, "Yo, what′s the charge?"
Player hatin' and conversatin'
About the next nigga′s shit, makes me wanna say
Master bag to my tank, bitches to the curb
Twisted off the herb every day
With when these suckas come around my way
I start to psych

I′m 'bout to blow straight up
Rap, it′s over, track up, see my ville
Smell my weed and get the mail
Hell yeah, blow that douche blunt
Love the stunts, you know I'ma screw the cabbage
I′m for it, I gots to have it like a savage
I'm ′bout to blow straight up
Rap, it's over, track up, see my ville
Smell my weed and get the mail
Hell yeah, blow that douche blunt
Love the stunts, you know I'ma screw the cabbage
I′m for it, I gots to have it like a savage
I′m 'bout to blow straight up

Just chillin′ in Lofas
I'm ′bout to blow straight up
Just chillin' in Lofas
I′m 'bout to blow straight up
Ronnie chillin', we posted
I′m ′bout to blow straight up
And I'm just chillin′ n Lofas

Hey hey, where's Rico?
There he go, born in the O′s in the Valley Joe
And even as a young buck, the game was laced
See Lopez is the spot, that's where I slay my base
GTs the roll of shit, but now they shook ′cause they mad as fuck
Dippin', dashin', hittin′ fences, be known as a set
Put hoes in check and keep ′em sprung off the gals
Says I'll pimp that hoe, smack that hoe
Left that hoe stranded, I was fuckin′ her
While I was pimpin' Jessica Rabbit
Left that hoe stranded in the North Pole
My game is way too cold, trippin′ off on that other dope
You see the game is serious, we all been laced
But it all depends on the time and the place
In the mode you was soakin', ears wide open
Hold on, I′m finna spit that dope, man
You see it goes like this, man, one, two, three
I be known for dickin' hoes and never be lickin' hoes
And goes by the name of Young P. Reek, P. Reek
I′m just chillin′ in Lofas

I'm ′bout to blow straight up
Rap, it's over, track up, see my ville
Smell my weed and get the mail
Hell yeah, blow that douche blunt
Love the stunts, you know I′ma screw the cabbage
I'm for it, I gots to have it like a savage
I′m 'bout to blow straight up
Rap, it's over, track up, see my ville
Smell my weed and get the mail
Hell yeah, blow that douche blunt
Love the stunts, you know I′ma screw the cabbage
I′m for it, I gots to have it like a savage
I'm ′bout to blow straight up

Just chillin' in Lofas
I′m 'bout to blow straight up
Just chillin′ in Lofas
I'm 'bout to blow straight up
Ronnie chillin′, we posted
I′m 'bout to blow straight up
And I′m just chillin' n Lofas

Chillin′ in Lofas
Just chillin' in Lofas
Ronnie chillin′, we posted
And I'm just chillin' n Lofas