Souls Of Mischief

Souls Of Mischief - 93 Till 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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