翻訳: チルロブG. もっとBounche.
翻訳: チルロブG. 人＆場所.
then I was angry One creep even had a rope ready to hang me Now who am I supposed to be? Eddie Spaghetti? You come and vic Rob G any time you're ready
I'm the Chill Rob G, not many are equal To my rhymes I write my own damn sequel I keep your mind jumping with the things I said My talent is comeasurement
cold ready to prosecute Oh you think you're smarter, the system's older The ace has been dealt, you're now the holder The name is Chill Rob, there is
(This time we're gonna make it) [VERSE 1] I'm Chill, bust it, no need to discuss it I made the record rough so you could rush it So spin it, play it
I'm dope, face it, shoot it, freebase it Pour it in a glass, drink it, chase it Then chill, flex ,feel the full effect The impact is similar to a train
life right like I took an oath to I'm pushin my way through, I won't let you slow me down Chill is a prefix, Rob is a proper noun G is for greatness,
So they know, I ain't no oreo I'm solid, all the way through, what's up with you? My cup runneth over, here's a drop or two Rob is a roller, a writer,
on wear a beanie, stop chasin the genie I rather chase a cutie in a teenie bikini Sip Martinis on the rocks to keep it cold Then chase it down with a quart of Olde Gold The Chill
m an ear full, an eye full and a rival Givin you back what you lack for survival Into rappin, it just so happens that I'm a blackman Rob is chill, got
but none are superior My voice is choice, I'm one of the chosen I might be Chill, but I'm not frozen Self-preservation, survival of the better Chill Rob
niggaz I been balling with I'm second guessing, all this negative energy. It's making me realize why niggaz really envy. I feel no sympathy. It's tight ill, plus I get slight chills
a job, nigga" Pressed to the limit, got to rob me a nigga Simple and plain, my man scooped me in' a hooptie Whispered in his ear "This is what we got to do, G
for mine, crime after crime fin to creep to the pad 'Cuz mom's got grub on the grill, if we got the food You know, it's the 1st of tha month and my nigga we chills
On Top Like A 1 Sauce See Im A True G Who Went To Shoot Me? My Full Fist Type Quick Like Bruce Lee [Chorus:] I Got The Feeling When Im Chilling With
Black Rob get the money, With or without yall, I doubt yall, Know I'm punch'n niggaz in there mouth ya'll. 5 minities niggaz wanna require, understand
pay them to do my dirt for me All they wanted 500 that's a purpose g That shows how much they worth to me I cant believe they had the nerve To rob me
