'93 'Til Infinity

Yo whassup, 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 (yo)

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 gonna 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, y'know it's frigid

I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler

Damn! That's the fattest stog' I ever seen

The weather's heat 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 done; take her home and quickly do this

I need not explain this (nahh)

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 rub down sounds flavor; later there's the theatre

We in the cut, the cinema, was mediocre

Take her to the crib so I can stroke her

Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in

Close range, I throws game at your dip like handball

Cause the man's all that

All phat, I be the chill from 93 'til

Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til

Uh-huh, this is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill, from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til

This is how we chill from 93 'til

Huh, my black Timbs do me well (yeah)

When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell (what?)

Another person's business, I cause dizziness

Until you - stop acting like a silly bitch

Yo, crews are jealous cause 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

Yo hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin cause my crew's close, kid

I'm posted, most kids accept this as cool

I exit, cause 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 B

Blam leakin out his pocket

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