Lyrics:

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 yo, we just maxin in the studio. We handlin 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 Bridget
Her man's a midget
Plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's a fourty, swig it
Ya know it's frigid
I got em chillin in the cooler
Break out the ruler

Damn
That's the fattest stoke I've ever seen
But what does ?keen and Cali? gettin weeded
Makes her 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 punk 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
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 it straight
You look great
Let's grub now
A rub down sounds flavor,
Later. There's a 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

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