Chillin Wiv Da Man Dem

Album: Tongue N' Cheek (2009)
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  • Yo cuz
    What ma fam?
    What you got there?
    Oi
    Is that a lemon?
    No it's cheese cuzzie
    Hey join me?
    What I just lit it fam!
    Oh don't be shy!
    Fuck sake
    Are you movin to my girl though?
    I might do still!
    She's loose bruv
    Ah shup!

    CHORUS:
    Chillin wiv da man dem
    Jammin wiv da man dem
    It's all good in the hood wiv da man dem
    I know a couple girlem maybe I should mail dem
    Till then I'm just chillin wiv da man dem
    Jammin wiv da man dem
    It's all good in the hood wiv da man dem
    I know a couple girlem maybe I should mail dem
    Till them I'm just chillin wiv da, chillin wiv da

    I was in the e3bo playin pro evil
    Gettin moved up in the scores for a zero
    If I lose again I will surely regret it
    And this pussyole won't let me forget it
    But it's no pressure I can take this boi
    And if I don't win I'll break dis boi
    I'm just rampin we've got an understandin
    It can never be arms house that's ma brederin
    Through thick and thin, rain sleet hail snow he's chippin in
    If he's got a couple gash he'll bring me in
    If he's got a bit of weed i'm smokin
    I ain't jokin
    From day one we was on this road ting
    Now we're all grown up on the old ting
    Kick back take it easy and slow ting
    It's the kind of thing we're promotin
    No job ting

    (Chorus)

    When I get lost
    Feel I've been crossed
    The man dem are my salvation
    I take off my shoes
    Fill up a zoot
    And put on the playstation

    So stop button bashing just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad
    Stop chattin shit just pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad
    Hey no it's winner stays on blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad
    Don't be a prick blud pass the pad, pass the pad, pass the pad

    High talk and ghetto conspiracies
    Psychotic weed dealers smokin trees
    Heated arguments all about the football
    We're up all night like we're nocturnal
    I can't be bothered to do anything but chill
    And fuck the world outside that's how I feel
    I've got a whole lot of time to kill
    So fuck these bitches I'm just keepin it real

    (Chorus)

    (Instrumental) Writer/s: Dylan Kwabena Mills, Kenneth Gold, Michael Denne, Nicholas Andrew Detnon
    Publisher: Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
    Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

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