Chilly Down lyrics |
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When the sun goes down (when the sun goes down) And the bads are back again (and the bads are back) The brothers comeround (the brothers comeround) I get out of my dirty bed (my dirty bed) I shake my pretty little head (I shake my pretty little head) I tap my pretty little feet (I tap my pretty little feet) Were brighter than sunlight Laouder than thunder Dancing like a yo-yo, wooh Don't got no problems (no problems) Aint got no suitcase (no suitcase) Aint got no clothes to worry about (no clothes to worry about) Aint got no real estate or jewelry or gold mines binding me, yeah Ill just through in my hand (through in his hand) In the chilliest bunch in the land (in the land) They don't look much (oh) They sure chilly chilly They party till they glow glow, huh (oh) Chilly down with the fun gang |
Think small with the fun gang Bang hips with the fun gang When you think it's wild Chilly down Chilly down with the fun gang (hey, I don't want a job) Act tall with the fun gang (woah, walk tall) Good times, bad food (yeah) When you think it's wild Chilly down, chilly down Wild and crazy, really lazy, high rollin, funky strolling, ball playing Hips swaying, trouble making, boody shaking, dripping, passing, jumping Bouncing, brawling, stylin, creeping, pouncing, shouting, screaming Double-dealing, rock-n-rolling, and oh reeling With the max in sex appeal Can you think I grew with feeling? So when things get too tough (get too tough) And your chin is dragging on the ground (dragging on the ground) And even down looks up (down looks up) Bad luck |
We can show you a good time (show you a good time) And we don't judge nothing (nothing at all) Just strut your nasty stuff Wiggle in the middle, yeah Get you down talking, fun gang Chilly down with the fun gang (think small) Think small with the fun gang (bang) Bang hips with the fun gang (hey, listen up) When you think it's wild Chilly down Chilly down with the fun gang (ah, shake your pretty little head) Lets go with the fun gang (tap your pretty little feet) Good times, bad food (come on, come on) When you think it's wild Chilly down Chilly down with the fun gang (wooh) Think small with the fun gang (ha ha ha ha ha) Bang hips with the fun gang |
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