Chillin'

*puff*

Why?
Why?
For you to know!
Why?
Why?
For you to know!

Chillin'...
Living real...
Chillin'...
As I am, I'll die...
Chillin'...
No matter what they say...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...

From Hernandez Neighborhood to Montego Bay
Seeking calm, livin' day by day
Taking it easy, healing the soul
Killing all my sorrows with ganja
I'm the bad guy, the good and the ugly
Father and son, with or without money
I don't have tears, I have plenty of reasons
The most beloved ones have all gone
This song was supposed to be joyful
Once again, it's all my fault
I know how to rap what I've lived day by day
I'd rather not sell out before talking nonsense

Chillin'...
Living real...
Chillin'...
As I am, I'll die...
Chillin'...
No matter what they say...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...

Hey, I can't be chillin'
'Cause no one knows how the hell I'm feeling
That guy's crazy, using and dealing
He's down there, no longer promising
Too wild, too much of a mess
I'd like to talk about love, good things
But honestly, that crap doesn't suit me
Too much suffering
For me to act like I'm living happily
There are good people, bad people
I measure them all with the same stick
You keep doing your thing, I'm crystal clear
The underdog is still the king anyway

(Chillin'!)
(Chillin'!)
(Chillin'!)
(Chillin'!)
And as I go on, beautiful mommy
You know I'll keep following you...
(Chillin'!)
(Chillin'!)
(Chillin'!)
(Chillin'!)
No matter how you act
Look, I'll be chillin' with you...

You know!
William Omar Landrón!
Tego Calderón Rosario!
The gravediggers of your calvary, you know!
Hahahaha!
Hey, let yourself go!
You know we are!
The ones with the products!

Puerto Ricans chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
(Loíza chillin'!)
(El Salvador chillin'!)

Latinos chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
(Cuba's chillin'!)
(Jamaica chillin'!)

Jamaicans chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
Chillin'...
(Colombia chillin'!)
(Dominican women chillin'!)

(A cheers for you!)