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)
And right now, you 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, you 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 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 (too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm done, take her home and quickly do this (yep)
I need not explain this (nah)
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 (that sounds nice)
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
To 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 (hell no, I'm out)
I'm steppin' to the cool spots where crews flock to snare a dip
Or see where the shit that's flam be
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 sacks? We can max pumpin' fat tracks
Exchangin' facts about impacts, 'cause in facts
My freestyle talent overpowers brothers can't hack it
They lack wit, we got the mack shit
'93 'til infinity, kill all that wack shit

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

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 stog' and blunt, folding runts
Holding 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 (get off)
But I am shoppin' for my wish to exploit
Some few fits, some new kicks
I often do this 'cause 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'll 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 (smack)
They bite flows but we make up new ones
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
But I get my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see from now to infinity

Ah, this is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til (huh)
This is how we chill from '93 'til (yeah)
This is how we chill from '93 'til (ah, yeah)
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill, from '93 'til (yeah)
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til

Haha, just coolin' out, you know what I'm sayin'?
But, but who's chillin' around the land, you know?
Yo, who's chillin'? I think I know who's chillin'
Yeah, tell me who's chillin' then then Plus

Casual, you know he's chillin'
Yo, Pep Love, he gotta be chillin'
Jay-Biz, ya know he's chillin'
Ayyo man, my my man Snupe is chillin' man
Yo, Mike G, you know he's here chillin'
Heh, my man Mike P, ya know he gotta chill
Del the Funky Homosapien is chillin'
Ayy, my man, Domino, yo, he's chillin'
Yeah, it's like that, yeah

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Writer(s): Adam Carter, Billy Cobham, Damani Thompson, Opio Lindsey, Tajaí Massey