Yo what's up
This is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin' with my man Phesto
My man A-Plus
And my man Op'
You know he's dope
But right now y'know
We just maxin' in the studio
We hailin' from
East Oakland California
And um sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
But right now yo we gon' up you on how we just chill
Dial the seven digits
Call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget
Plus she got friends
Yo I can dig it
Here's a forty, swig it
You know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin' in the cooler
Break out the ruler
Damn
That's the fattest stoge
I ever seen
The weather's keen in Cali
Gettin' weeded makes it feel like Maui
Now we feel the Good Vibrations
So many females
So much inspiration
I get inspired by the blunts too
I'll front you if you hang with a bunk crew
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one I'm gon' take her home and quickly do this
I need not explain this
A-Plus is famous so get the anus
Hey Miss who's there
I'm through there
No time to do hair
The flick's at eight so get straight
You look great
Let's grub now
A rubdown sounds flavor
Later there's the theater
We in the cut
The cinema was mediocre
Take her to the crib so I can stroke her
Kids get broke for they skins when I'm in
Close range, I throws game at your dip like handball
'Cos the man's all that
All phat
I'm D to chill from ninety-three 'till
Yeah this is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
Huh
My black Timbs do me well
When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell
Another person's business
I cause dizziness until you stop actin' like a silly bitch
Yo crews are jealous 'cos we get props
The cops wanna stop our fun but the top
Is where we're dwellin'
Swell and fat, no sleep
I work fit and jerks get their hoes sweeped
Under their noses
This bro's quick
To hit blunts and flip once
I'm chillin' 'cos my crew's close kid
I'm posted
Most kids accept this as cool
I exit 'cos I'm an exception to the rule
I'm steppin' to the cool spots where crews flock
To snare a dip or see where the shit that's flam-bee
Plan B not as poppin'
So I got tons of indo and go to the Owen's basement
My ace been fattenin' up tracks
Time to get prolific with the whiz kid
Greenbacks in stacks
Don't even ask who got the fat stacks
We can max pumpin' phat tracks
Exchangin' facts about impacts 'cos in facts
My freestyle talent overpowers
Brothers can't hack it
They lack wit
We got the mack shit
Ninety-three to infinity
Kill all that wack shit
Hah this is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three until
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
I be coolin'
School's in session but I'm fresh in
Rappin' so I take time off to never rhyme soft
I'm off on my own shit with my own clique
Roll many back-roads with a fat stoge and blunts
Foldin' runts
Holdin' stunts captive with my persona
Plus a bomber, zestin'
Niggas is testin' my patience but I stay fresh and
Restin' at the mall
Attendance on 'noid
But I am shoppin' for my wish to exploit
Some few fits
Some new kicks
I often do this 'cos it's the pits not bein' dipped
Flipped
The flyer attire females desire
Baby you can step to this if you admire
The extraordinary dapper rapper
Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her
I mack her
Attack her with the smoothness
I do this
Peepin' what my crew gets huh
Loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
Crews talk shit but in my face they kiss my ass
They bite flows but we make up new ones
If you're really dope why ain't you signed yet
But I get my loot from Jive Zomba
Imma bomb ya
You will see from now to infinity
Oh this is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till huh
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till yo
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
This is how we chill from ninety-three 'till
Haha
Just coolin' out y'know what I'm sayin'
But, but who's chillin' around the Land y'know
Who's chillin'
Yeah tell me who's chillin' then A-Plus yo
Casual you know he's chillin'
Yo Pep Love he gotta be chillin'
Jay-Biz you know he's chillin'
A-yo man my, my man Snupe is chillin' man
Yo Mike G
You know he's here chillin'
Yeah my man Mike P
You know he gotta chill
Ha ha Del the Funky Homosapien is chillin'
Yeah my man Domino
Yo he's chillin' yeah
And it's like that to the end
Yeah like that
To infinity
Ninety-two is over
Ninety-three that's when we rule
You know what I'm sayin'
Peace
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