Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - 93 Til Infinity lyrics

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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

 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

 Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
 This is how we chill from 93 'til...

 Huh, my black Timbs do me well
 When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell
 Another person's business
 I cause diziness
 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 dwelling, swelling, phat
 No sleep
 I work fifteen 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 boasted
 Most kids accept this as cool
 I exit
 Cause I'm an exception to the rule
 I'm steppin
 To the cool spots where crew's flock to stare at them
 Or see where the shit that's flam b
 Bland leaking out his pocket
 So, I got tons of endo
 And go to the ho in's
 My ace spinned
 Phat and enough tracks
 Time to get prolific with the whiz kid

 Greenbacks and stacks
 Don't even ask
 Who got the fat sacks
 We can max
 Pumpin phat tracks
 Exachangin facts about impacts
 Cause in facts, my freestyle talent overpowers
 Brothers can't hack it
 They lack wit
 We got the mack shit
 93 to infinity
 Kill all that wack shit

 Ah, 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 and
 So I take time off to never rhyme soft
 I'm off on my own shit
 With my own click
 For many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin blunted
 Folding blunts
 Holding stunts captive
 With my persona
 Plus, I bomba
 Niguhs is testin
 My patience
 But I stay fresh and

 Restin at the mall
 Attendance on low
 But I am shopping for my winter
 Exploits: some new fits
 Some new kicks
 I often do this
 Cause it's the pits not being dipped

 Flip - the flier attire
 Female's desire
 Baby, you can step to this if you admire
 The ex - traordinary dapper rapper
 Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her

 I'll mack her
 Attack her with the smoothness
 I do this
 Even when my crew gets
 Loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
 Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass
 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...

 Hah-hah, coolin out, ya 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. Tell me who's chillin today.
 Casual - you know he's chillin.
 Yo Pep Love - he gotta be chillin.
 Jay Biz - ya know he's chillin.
 Ay yo, my man, my man Snupe is chillin, man.
 Yo Mike G - you know he's here chillin.
 Yeah, my man Mike P - he know he gotta chill.
 Del the Funkyhomosapien is chillin.
 Hey, my man Domino - yo he's chillin
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Author: Damani Thompson

Composer: ?

Publisher: Zomba Recording Corporation


Released in: 1993

Language: English

Appearing on: '93 'til Infinity (1993)

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