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 Ye