作词 : Malique 作曲 : Tripdisz Intro Call me Q.C, short for Que chill Half of Too Phat, kid of true skills Yeah they call me Que Chill, who the hell are you? Yeah I'm a dope emcee, what the hell are you? Malique They always askin me what I like what I do I do what I like and I usually like what i do Im like my own boss, I write my own laws Wash my own drawers, scratch my own balls I like to mind my own business now and stay home Avoiding all invitations to Satan's play zone Eat well and stay toned, blood free from no no's I'm like a Tony Montana you Tony no nose Study gangster flicks, chi chi get the yayo Double s15 burgs, double cheese and mayo Sunkist apple with sacs, packs crumple my abs Rub and relax with spf4 carrot extract Parody tracks, Mary's … send merrily laughs Pirellis dash as I blast on your monkey ass Beef is good I don't eat chicken or ….. I hate chickens and ….. cat is chicken or ….. Jord's and air ones alone around 50 plus From 150 plus, pimp till I'm 50 plus And im keepin it dragon, red bandanas are hangin And the fingers are flaggin, when im rappin I'm braggin Braggin? Check checkin the mic that im grabbin In the back of your hatchbacks, in your vans or ya wagons Where this record is bangin Chorus They call me Que Chill, Now who the hell are you? Call me Q.C, short for Que chill Half of Too Phat, kid of true skills You don't really know me Or what I'm bout to do Yeah they call me Que Chill, who the hell are you? Yeah I'm a dope emcee, what the hell are you? Malique Was an impatient kid, they'd tell me Q, chill So why not Q chill, and now im Q chill I write words that rhyme and each rhyme is tight Five digits, five six how my dime is like And my mind is right, crabstickin and sushi With mysterious who she, I love I love Lucy And I like girls with ab lines on they stomach Not those who rather gather fries in they stomach I like girls with butterflies in they stomach Not those who shake they ……, with butterflies on it Rappers dancin like butterflies sting like a bee? Mind your language, Ali, call me mastergee As you pass the g, you show me g love And when I holla bro bro you holla g dove Joe holla Kartelo hello, I holla g dove Chorus Malique Falling back on that ass with a hellified gangster lean Getting funky on the mic like an old badge of college greens It's the capital Q oh yes im fresh with the U and E C H I with the double L, the ladies love QC But im choosy and picky, bumpin Luda and Biggie Chill in Kuta with Ginny, blazin Buddha and Henny Dirty southing at granny's, watching nanny with family You holler Uno? Uno game, scrabble pictionary And im still blazin at great heights, still having Stage frights Letterman's late nights, letters at late night To my fans and mom Cause my mom's a queen, and my fans da bomb And they keepin me movin And im keepin em movin Respect and mutual understanding what keepin us movin And after laughter, cries and 4 LP's Suckers still down with me. Chorus Malique You just a phony rapper, Your mom's the only clapper Flabby lonely rapper, hanging wit your crony crappers And im sicker and dapper, and im bigger and deffer Louis thicker with cheddar, fatty 3's and im clever Dear rapper stop whining like your mother left you The only mic you ever touched was your father's nephew And I'm full of surprises And I'm bigger and deffer
作词 : Malique 作曲 : Tripdisz Intro Call me Q.C, short for Que chill Half of Too Phat, kid of true skills Yeah they call me Que Chill, who the hell are you? Yeah I'm a dope emcee, what the hell are you? Malique They always askin me what I like what I do I do what I like and I usually like what i do Im like my own boss, I write my own laws Wash my own drawers, scratch my own balls I like to mind my own business now and stay home Avoiding all invitations to Satan's play zone Eat well and stay toned, blood free from no no's I'm like a Tony Montana you Tony no nose Study gangster flicks, chi chi get the yayo Double s15 burgs, double cheese and mayo Sunkist apple with sacs, packs crumple my abs Rub and relax with spf4 carrot extract Parody tracks, Mary's … send merrily laughs Pirellis dash as I blast on your monkey ass Beef is good I don't eat chicken or ….. I hate chickens and ….. cat is chicken or ….. Jord's and air ones alone around 50 plus From 150 plus, pimp till I'm 50 plus And im keepin it dragon, red bandanas are hangin And the fingers are flaggin, when im rappin I'm braggin Braggin? Check checkin the mic that im grabbin In the back of your hatchbacks, in your vans or ya wagons Where this record is bangin Chorus They call me Que Chill, Now who the hell are you? Call me Q.C, short for Que chill Half of Too Phat, kid of true skills You don't really know me Or what I'm bout to do Yeah they call me Que Chill, who the hell are you? Yeah I'm a dope emcee, what the hell are you? Malique Was an impatient kid, they'd tell me Q, chill So why not Q chill, and now im Q chill I write words that rhyme and each rhyme is tight Five digits, five six how my dime is like And my mind is right, crabstickin and sushi With mysterious who she, I love I love Lucy And I like girls with ab lines on they stomach Not those who rather gather fries in they stomach I like girls with butterflies in they stomach Not those who shake they ……, with butterflies on it Rappers dancin like butterflies sting like a bee? Mind your language, Ali, call me mastergee As you pass the g, you show me g love And when I holla bro bro you holla g dove Joe holla Kartelo hello, I holla g dove Chorus Malique Falling back on that ass with a hellified gangster lean Getting funky on the mic like an old badge of college greens It's the capital Q oh yes im fresh with the U and E C H I with the double L, the ladies love QC But im choosy and picky, bumpin Luda and Biggie Chill in Kuta with Ginny, blazin Buddha and Henny Dirty southing at granny's, watching nanny with family You holler Uno? Uno game, scrabble pictionary And im still blazin at great heights, still having Stage frights Letterman's late nights, letters at late night To my fans and mom Cause my mom's a queen, and my fans da bomb And they keepin me movin And im keepin em movin Respect and mutual understanding what keepin us movin And after laughter, cries and 4 LP's Suckers still down with me. Chorus Malique You just a phony rapper, Your mom's the only clapper Flabby lonely rapper, hanging wit your crony crappers And im sicker and dapper, and im bigger and deffer Louis thicker with cheddar, fatty 3's and im clever Dear rapper stop whining like your mother left you The only mic you ever touched was your father's nephew And I'm full of surprises And I'm bigger and deffer
