Yo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew. I'm
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chillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus, and my man Op, you know he's
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dope. But right now yo, we just maxin in the studio. We handlin from East
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Oakland, California and, um, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there.
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But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill.
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Dial the seven digits
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Call up Bridget
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Her man's a midget
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Plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
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Here's a fourty, swig it
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Ya know it's frigid
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I got em chillin in the cooler
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Break out the ruler
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Damn
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That's the fattest stoke I've ever seen
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The weather's keen in Cali,
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Gettin weed it makes it feel like Maui
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Now we
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Feel the good vibrations
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So many females, so much inspiration
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I get inspired by the blunts, too
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I'll front you
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If you hang with a punk crew
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I roam the strip for bones to pick
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When I find one, I'm done
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Take her home and quickly do this
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I need not explain this
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A-Plus is famous
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So get the anus
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Hey, miss
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Who's there?
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I'm through there
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No time to do hair
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The flick's at eight
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So get it straight
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You look great
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Let's grub now
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A rub down sounds flavor,
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Later. There's a theatre
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We in the cut
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The cinema
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Was mediocre
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Take her to the crib so I can stroke her
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Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in
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Close range. I throws game at your dip like handball
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Cause the man's all that
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All phat
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I be the chill from 93 'til
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Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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This is how we chill from 93 'til...
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Huh, my black Timbs do me well
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When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell
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Another person's business
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I cause diziness
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Until you..stop acting like a silly bitch
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Yo, crews are jealous cause we get props
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The cops
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Wanna stop
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Our fun, but the top
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Is where we're dwelling, swelling, phat
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No sleep
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I work fifteen jerks get their hoes sweeped
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Under their noses
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This bro's quick
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To hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin cause my crew's close, kid
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I boasted
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Most kids accept this as cool
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I exit
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Cause I'm an exception to the rule
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I'm steppin
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To the cool spots where crew's flock to stare at them
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Or see where the shit that's flam b
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Bland leaking out his pocket
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So, I got tons of endo
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And go to the ho in's
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Basement
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My ace spinned
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Phat and enough tracks
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Time to get prolific with the whiz kid
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Greenbacks and stacks
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Don't even ask
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Who got the fat sacks
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We can max
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Pumpin phat tracks
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Exachangin facts about impacts
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Cause in facts, my freestyle talent overpowers
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Brothers can't hack it
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They lack wit
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We got the mack shit
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93 to infinity
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Kill all that wack shit
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Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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This is how we chill from 93 'til...
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I be coolin'
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School's in session
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But I'm fresh and
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Rappin
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So I take time off to never rhyme soft
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I'm off on my own shit
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With my own click
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For many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin blunted
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Folding blunts
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Holding stunts captive
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With my persona
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Plus, I bomba
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Testin
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Niguhs is testin
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My patience
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But I stay fresh and
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Restin at the mall
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Attendance on low
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But I am shopping for my winter
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Exploits: some new fits
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Some new kicks
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I often do this
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Cause it's the pits not being dipped
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Flip - the flier attire
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Female's desire
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Baby, you can step to this if you admire
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The ex - traordinary dapper rapper
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Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her
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I'll mack her
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Attack her with the smoothness
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I do this
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Even when my crew gets
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Loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
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Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass
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They bite flows but we make up new ones
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If you're really dope, why ai |