[{"id":30390473,"name":"I'm Chillin","trackName":"I'm Chillin","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"Mick Boogie - The Dope Game 2 (Hosted By The Game)","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You got's to chill\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nGuess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\nL.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\nBlowin' on endo Roll down yo window\nMatter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\nBlack on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\nUp in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\nBandanna tied around the rear view mirror\nRed bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\nSomething on my waist niggas can't get near us\nBitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\nNiggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\nI stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nDoing my two step Red strings on my louis\nI don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\nBitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\nLegs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\nPost it up the bar everybody strizzap\nDouble GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\nEvery nigga in my click stay iced out\nReach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\nShut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\nIn the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\nLooking for Ciara heard about the goodies\nHurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nEverybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\nEverything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\nPanties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\nSo hop in the back seat if you're a freak\nThree wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\nTurn high beams on bring the club to the streets\nIf you jump off niggas know what I'm about\nMillion dollar man bring the drama to yo house\nHommies outside, Wearing that ass out\nI'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm Chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Chillin\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Mick Boogie - The Dope Game 2 (Hosted By The Game)\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You got's to chill\n\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\n  L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\n  Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window\n  Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\n  Black on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\n  Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\n  Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror\n  Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\n  Something on my waist niggas can't get near us\n  Bitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\n  Niggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\n  I stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Doing my two step Red strings on my louis\n  I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\n  Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\n  Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\n  Post it up the bar everybody strizzap\n  Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\n  Every nigga in my click stay iced out\n  Reach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\n  Shut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\n  In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\n  Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies\n  Hurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n  20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\n  Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\n  Panties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\n  So hop in the back seat if you're a freak\n  Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n  8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\n  Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets\n  If you jump off niggas know what I'm about\n  Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house\n  Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out\n  I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm Chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n"},{"id":31633216,"name":"I'm Chillin","trackName":"I'm Chillin","artistName":"Game","albumName":"Mick Boogie - The Dope Game 2 (Hosted By The Game)","duration":244.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You got's to chill\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nGuess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\nL.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\nBlowin' on endo Roll down yo window\nMatter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\nBlack on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\nUp in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\nBandanna tied around the rear view mirror\nRed bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\nSomething on my waist niggas can't get near us\nBitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\nNiggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\nI stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nDoing my two step Red strings on my louis\nI don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\nBitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\nLegs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\nPost it up the bar everybody strizzap\nDouble GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\nEvery nigga in my click stay iced out\nReach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\nShut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\nIn the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\nLooking for Ciara heard about the goodies\nHurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nEverybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\nEverything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\nPanties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\nSo hop in the back seat if you're a freak\nThree wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\nTurn high beams on bring the club to the streets\nIf you jump off niggas know what I'm about\nMillion dollar man bring the drama to yo house\nHommies outside, Wearing that ass out\nI'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm Chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Chillin\n  artist: Game\n  album: Mick Boogie - The Dope Game 2 (Hosted By The Game)\n  duration_ms: 244000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You got's to chill\n\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\n  L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\n  Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window\n  Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\n  Black on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\n  Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\n  Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror\n  Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\n  Something on my waist niggas can't get near us\n  Bitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\n  Niggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\n  I stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Doing my two step Red strings on my louis\n  I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\n  Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\n  Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\n  Post it up the bar everybody strizzap\n  Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\n  Every nigga in my click stay iced out\n  Reach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\n  Shut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\n  In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\n  Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies\n  Hurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n  20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\n  Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\n  Panties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\n  So hop in the back seat if you're a freak\n  Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n  8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\n  Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets\n  If you jump off niggas know what I'm about\n  Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house\n  Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out\n  I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm Chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n"},{"id":28205959,"name":"Im Chillin","trackName":"Im Chillin","artistName":"Game","albumName":"Cutmaster C-The Hood News (Mon","duration":192.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You got's to chill\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nGuess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\nL.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\nBlowin' on endo Roll down yo window\nMatter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\nBlack on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\nUp in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\nBandanna tied around the rear view mirror\nRed bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\nSomething on my waist niggas can't get near us\nBitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\nNiggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\nI stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nDoing my two step Red strings on my louis\nI don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\nBitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\nLegs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\nPost it up the bar everybody strizzap\nDouble GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\nEvery nigga in my click stay iced out\nReach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\nShut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\nIn the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\nLooking for Ciara heard about the goodies\nHurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nEverybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\nEverything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\nPanties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\nSo hop in the back seat if you're a freak\nThree wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\nTurn high beams on bring the club to the streets\nIf you jump off niggas know what I'm about\nMillion dollar man bring the drama to yo house\nHommies outside, Wearing that ass out\nI'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm Chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: Im Chillin\n  artist: Game\n  album: Cutmaster C-The Hood News (Mon\n  duration_ms: 192000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You got's to chill\n\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\n  L.A. 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Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\n  Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window\n  Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\n  Black on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\n  Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\n  Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror\n  Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\n  Something on my waist niggas can't get near us\n  Bitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\n  Niggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\n  I stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Doing my two step Red strings on my louis\n  I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\n  Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\n  Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\n  Post it up the bar everybody strizzap\n  Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\n  Every nigga in my click stay iced out\n  Reach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\n  Shut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\n  In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\n  Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies\n  Hurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n  20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\n  Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\n  Panties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\n  So hop in the back seat if you're a freak\n  Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n  8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\n  Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets\n  If you jump off niggas know what I'm about\n  Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house\n  Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out\n  I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm Chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n"},{"id":33409494,"name":"I'm Chillin","trackName":"I'm Chillin","artistName":"The Game","albumName":"2008","duration":273.0,"instrumental":false,"hasWordSync":false,"plainLyrics":"You got's to chill\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nGuess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\nL.A. 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Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\nBlowin' on endo Roll down yo window\nMatter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\nBlack on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\nUp in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\nBandanna tied around the rear view mirror\nRed bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\nSomething on my waist niggas can't get near us\nBitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\nNiggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\nI stay on niggas mind like a new era\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nDoing my two step Red strings on my louis\nI don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\nBitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\nLegs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\nPost it up the bar everybody strizzap\nDouble GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\nEvery nigga in my click stay iced out\nReach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out\nShut the club down, The Game don't stop\nIn the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\nLooking for Ciara heard about the goodies\nHurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nEverybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\nEverything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\nPanties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\nSo hop in the back seat if you're a freak\nThree wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\nTurn high beams on bring the club to the streets\nIf you jump off niggas know what I'm about\nMillion dollar man bring the drama to yo house\nHommies outside, Wearing that ass out\nI'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm Chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Chillin' (Explicit)\n  artist: The Game\n  album: Doctor's Advocate\n  duration_ms: 273000\n  instrumental: false\nlines: []\nplain: |-\n  You got's to chill\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  Guess who's bizzack No it ain't hypno\n  L.A. Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\n  Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window\n  Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\n  Black on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\n  Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\n  Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror\n  Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\n  Something on my waist niggas can't get near us\n  Bitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\n  Niggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\n  I stay on niggas mind like a new era\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  Doing my two step Red strings on my louis\n  I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\n  Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\n  Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\n  Post it up the bar everybody strizzap\n  Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\n  Every nigga in my click stay iced out\n  Reach for a chain,red beam, turn your lights out\n  Shut the club down, The Game don't stop\n  In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\n  Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies\n  Hurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n  20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\n  Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\n  Panties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\n  So hop in the back seat if you're a freak\n  Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n  8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\n  Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets\n  If you jump off niggas know what I'm about\n  Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house\n  Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out\n  I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm Chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n"},{"id":18467071,"name":"I’m Chillin","trackName":"I’m Chillin","artistName":"Game, The feat. 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Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\nBlowin' on endo Roll down yo window\nMatter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\nBlack on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\nUp in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\nBandanna tied around the rear view mirror\nRed bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\nSomething on my waist niggas can't get near us\nBitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\nNiggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\nI stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nDoing my two step Red strings on my louis\nI don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\nBitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\nLegs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\nPost it up the bar everybody strizzap\nDouble GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\nEvery nigga in my click stay iced out\nReach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\nShut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\nIn the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\nLooking for Ciara heard about the goodies\nHurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nEverybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\nEverything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\nPanties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\nSo hop in the back seat if you're a freak\nThree wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\nTurn high beams on bring the club to the streets\nIf you jump off niggas know what I'm about\nMillion dollar man bring the drama to yo house\nHommies outside, Wearing that ass out\nI'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm Chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I’m Chillin\n  artist: The Game feat. 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Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\n  Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window\n  Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\n  Black on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\n  Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\n  Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror\n  Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\n  Something on my waist niggas can't get near us\n  Bitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\n  Niggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\n  I stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Doing my two step Red strings on my louis\n  I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\n  Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\n  Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\n  Post it up the bar everybody strizzap\n  Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\n  Every nigga in my click stay iced out\n  Reach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\n  Shut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\n  In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\n  Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies\n  Hurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n  20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\n  Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\n  Panties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\n  So hop in the back seat if you're a freak\n  Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n  8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\n  Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets\n  If you jump off niggas know what I'm about\n  Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house\n  Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out\n  I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm Chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n"},{"id":16558153,"name":"I'm Chillin (feat. 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No, it ain't him, no\nL.A. 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Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\nBlowin' on endo Roll down yo window\nMatter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\nBlack on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\nUp in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\nBandanna tied around the rear view mirror\nRed bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\nSomething on my waist niggas can't get near us\nBitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\nNiggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\nI stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nDoing my two step Red strings on my louis\nI don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\nBitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\nLegs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\nPost it up the bar everybody strizzap\nDouble GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\nEvery nigga in my click stay iced out\nReach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\nShut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\nIn the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\nLooking for Ciara heard about the goodies\nHurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nEverybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\nEverything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\nPanties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\nSo hop in the back seat if you're a freak\nThree wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\nTurn high beams on bring the club to the streets\nIf you jump off niggas know what I'm about\nMillion dollar man bring the drama to yo house\nHommies outside, Wearing that ass out\nI'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm Chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\nI-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\nI'm chillin' in the house\nRollin' in the car\nCoolin' in the tub\nDrinkin' at the bar\n\nG to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\nTo the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\nThat means I'm chillin'","syncedLyrics":null,"lyricsfile":"version: '1.0'\nmetadata:\n  title: I'm Chillin [feat. 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Dodger fitted cap with the brim low\n  Blowin' on endo Roll down yo window\n  Matter fact let the top back and watch the wind blow\n  Black on black Lamborghini with the dizzor\n  Up in the air with the pedal on the flizzor\n  Bandanna tied around the rear view mirror\n  Red bandanna got 'em bangin' new era\n  Something on my waist niggas can't get near us\n  Bitches 'round me shakin' ass like Shakira\n  Niggas poppin' Chrystal every time they hear us\n  I stay on niggas mind like a new era\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Doing my two step Red strings on my louis\n  I don't know how to dance so don't step on my louis\n  Bitches on the dance floor bouncin' like a pornstar\n  Legs in the air like the doors on a foreign car\n  Post it up the bar everybody strizzap\n  Double GAME chains hanging down to my lizzap\n  Every nigga in my click stay iced out\n  Reach for a chain, red beam, turn your lights out\n  Shut the club down, The Game don't stop\n\n  In the parking lot, lemon lime patron shots\n  Looking for Ciara heard about the goodies\n  Hurricanes in a Black Wall Street Hoodie\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  Everybody know when The Game in the clizzub\n  20 impalas outside on the dizzubs\n  Everything chrome from the rims to the strizzads\n  Panties gettin' wet every time they see 'em lift ups\n  So hop in the back seat if you're a freak\n  Three wheel motion got 'em sliddin' on they seat\n  8 0 8 drums got 'em griddin' to the beat\n  Turn high beams on bring the club to the streets\n  If you jump off niggas know what I'm about\n  Million dollar man bring the drama to yo house\n  Hommies outside, Wearing that ass out\n  I'm gettin' a lap dance, Smoking chronic on your couch\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm Chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n  I-I-I-I-I-I-I'm chillin'\n\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n  I'm chillin' in the house\n  Rollin' in the car\n  Coolin' in the tub\n  Drinkin' at the bar\n\n  G to the A to the M to the E to the D to the O to the N\n  To the T to the S to the T to the O to the motherfuckin' P\n  That means I'm chillin'\n"}]