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Al Skratch - Chill With That Lyrics

[Intro: Al Skratch, Big Ill, Al Skratch & Big Ill]
Yeah
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah
Check it out, check it out, ha
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah
Check it out, check it out, ha
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah
Check it out, check it out, ha
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah (Check it out, ha)

[Verse 1: Al Skratch & Big Ill]
Ring around the rosie, watch 'em all fall
I'm Al Scratch, I'm down with the Madballs
So welcome aboard as we take flight
Fasten your seatbelt tight, get on this mission tonight to wherever
Where if you make your move you must be clever
Causin' terror in a era 'cause we got our shit together
And I'ma flow-er like the late great Noah
Knock niggas out like Rocky Balboa (So uh)
Follow my path, don't get lost
I'ma flip and toss strippin' yours Glock on my hip and cause
Panic, motherfuckers run frantic
As you enter the zone of the unknown planet

[Chorus: Big Ill & Al Skratch]
So uh, get with this as you chill with that
But don't sleep on the deep type, creep wit' me style
You can get with this as you chill with that
But don't sleep on the deep type, creep wit' me style
[Verse 2: Big Ill, Al Skratch, Big Ill & Al Skratch]
I grip the mic, sip the Dom Perignon
It's the big belly mon (The who?), the big belly mon, mon
Don't give a fuck about a drive-by, fool
I'm the low down, the dirty drop out from high school
Big Ill with the Timberland steel toe
Creepin' real slow through my hood, I don't really think you should (Yeah)
Because I'm bummin' and I'm loco
My moms ain't got no dough and my brother's washin' windows, that's a no-go
I puff the Buddah sess to get that shit off my chest
Then take up a rag then take up a soap and I'm gon' hold it fresh (Oh, oh)
I suggest you don't mess with the filthy (Who?)
Dirty motherfucker pleadin' guilty if you're built, G
I blow that ass out the frame like bloaw
You want me to kick it true style, bow, watch me now (Yeah)
Cruisin', knockin' niggas out the box bruisin'
Brooklyn in the house, you snooze, I pay my dues and
Bitches beg for the third leg jockin' me
Cruisin' like a Kawasaki, G,as I'm knockin' the
Competition out the frame, lick the nuts
Its Big Ill and Al Skratch and LG, kick the cuts

[Chorus: Big Ill & Al Skratch]
So uh, get with this as you chill with that
But don't sleep on the deep type, creep wit' me style
You can get with this as you chill with that
But don't sleep on the deep type, creep wit' me style (Yeah)
[Verse 3: Big Ill, Al Skratch, Big Ill & Al Skratch]
Well it's the black mack with the herringbone, welcome to the Terrordome
Fake phony MCs we scarin' home
I come to rip it up, I fuck up your party
So move ya body, body (Say what?), move ya body, body (Yeah)
But don't try to act fly 'cause you can die and catch the
Buddy bye-bye-bye, buddy bye-bye-bye, buddy bye-bye-bye, boy (Bow)
Big up a-dump, bump, bump (No pump)
Niggas tryna roll and run, but we stomp
So sling out the path, make it clear, comin' through (Ayo)
"Homiez" was our single debut
Motherfucker, the bullet bucker when I stuck ya
Cut your life short 'cause I guzzle trife quart
Drink up (Do you think you can sink to the bottom of the bottle?)
Easy as we go full speed on the throttle
Like a model in my flicks, yo
But don't let it fool ya (Oh no)
I'll catch your body in a minute (Ill and Al Scratch represented)
Windows tinted in the ride that we drive is not rented
So fuck that, if you buck, I buck back
Brooklyn/Uptown don't fuck around, so what's up, black?

[Interlude: Ill Al Skratch, Al Skratch & Big Ill]
We get dough, yo, we get dough (Come on)
We get dough, yo, we get dough (Come on)
We get dough, yo, we get dough (Come on)
We get dough, yo, we get dough (Come on)
We get dough, we get D's, we get dough (Ho)
We get dough, we get D's, we get dough (Ho)
We get dough, we get D's, we get dough (Ho)
So now you know, so now you know (So uh)
[Chorus: Big Ill, Al Skratch, Big Ill & Al Skratch]
Get with this as you chill with that
But don't sleep on the deep type, creep wit' me style
You can get with this as you chill with that
But don't sleep on the deep type, creep wit' me style
You can get with this as you chill with that
Don't sleep on the Yellow Mack (All of Purple Al)
You can get with this as you chill with that
And uh, whoever smoke weed, need to stay for a while (Come on)

[Outro: Al Skratch & Big Ill]
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah
Check it out, check it out, ha
I say oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah
Now check it out, check it out, ha
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah
Now check it out, check it out, ha
Buddy bye-bye-bye, buddy bye-bye-bye, buddy bye-bye-bye, boy
Now check it out, ha
It's the Brooklyn/Uptown Connection (It's the Brooklyn/Uptown Connection)
It's the Brooklyn/Uptown Connection
Well, it's the Brooklyn/Uptown Connection (Know I'm sayin'? Yeah), flexin' in my section
Flow to the other direction
Oh-wee-oh-wee-oh, wee, oh-wee-oh-wee-ah (Haha)