Thursday, December 31, 1992

chillin’

1992

i was sippin’ a piƱa colada as i cruised down the road
and i’m listening to rap music as i came from my abode
and i’m sticking in a CD into the radio,
yo! i’m checkin’ out the brothers in the industry
so i’m tryin’ to put the stereo to the maximum volume
i’m feelin’ a little hyped ‘cause i’ll be nowhere soon
confusin’ you all a bit, goin’ ten miles an hour
disposin’ my drink you know, ‘cause it turned sour
i’m turnin’ right to epifanio de los santos avenue
i’m takin’ the left lane – for the reason? nothin’ to do
and i say to myself, oh i feel so cool
but don’t you know that the people think that i am a fool
this is dreaming on my part, i pulled over to galleria
i’m parking in the basement and i’m out to check out the
fly girls in the mall, that’s what i love about it
i’m swingin, makin’ me better feelin, what do i know about it?
wearin’ shaded glasses plain white shirt and blue jeans
loafers and solid belt, lookin’ hip, know what i mean?
i’m wearin my GAP cap as i checked out the stores
i’m checking out my homeboys playin’ billiards at the fourth floor...

i’m just chillin’