| I’m chillin with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus
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| and my man Op', you know he’s dope (yo)
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| But right now y’know we just maxin in the studio
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| We hailin from East Oakland, California and, um
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| sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
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| But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill
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| Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
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| Her man’s a midget; |
| plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
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| Here’s a forty, swig it, y’know it’s frigid
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| I got 'em chillin in the cooler, break out the ruler
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| Damn! |
| That’s the fattest stog' I ever seen
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| The weather’s heat in Cali; |
| gettin weeded makes it feel like Maui
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| Now we feel the good vibrations
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| So many females, so much inspiration
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| I get inspired by the blunts too (too)
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| I’ll front you (you) if you hang with a bunk crew (chump)
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| I roam the strip for bones to pick
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| When I find one, I’m done; |
| take her home and quickly do this
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| I need not explain this (nahh)
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| A-Plus is famous — so get the anus!
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| Hey miss! |
| Who’s there? |
| I’m through there
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| No time to do hair; |
| the flick’s at eight, so get straight
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| You look great — let’s grub now
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| A rub down sounds flavor; |
| later there’s the theatre
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| We in the gut, the cinema, was mediocre
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| Take her to the crib so I can stroke her
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| Kids get broke for their skins when I’m in
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| close range, I throws game at your dip like handball
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| cause the man’s all that
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| All fat — I be the chill from 93 'til
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| Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| Uh-huh, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill, from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill. |
| from 93 'til
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| Huh, my black Timbs do me well (yeah)
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| When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell (what?)
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| another person’s business, I cause dizzyness
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| Until you — stop acting like a silly bitch
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| Yo, crews are jealous cause we get props
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| The cops, wanna stop — our fun, but the top
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| is where we’re dwellin, swell and fat, no sleep
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| I work fit and jerks get their hoes sweeped
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| under their noses, this bro’s quick
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| yo hit blunts and flip once I’m chillin cause my crew’s close, kid
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| I’m posted, most kids accept this as cool
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| I exit, cause I’m an exception to the rule
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| I’m steppin — to the cool spots where crews flock to snare a dip
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| or see where the shit that’s flam B
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| Blam leakin out his pocket
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| So I got tons of indo and go to the hoe in’s
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| basement, my ace spent
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| Fattenin up tracks, Time to get prolific with the whiz kid
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| Greenbacks in stacks, don’t even ask
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| who got the fat sacks we can max pumpin fat tracks
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| Exchangin facts about impacts, cause in facts
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| My freestyle talent overpowers brothers can’t hack. |
| it
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| They lack wit; |
| we got the mack shit
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| 93 'Til Infinity — kill all that wack shit
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| Hah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill. |
| from 93 'til
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| Yeahhh this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill, from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 until
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| I be coolin; |
| school’s in session but I’m fresh in
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| rappin so I take time off to never rhyme soft
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| I’m off on my own shit with my own click
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| Roll many back roads with a fat stog' and blunt, folding runts
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| Holding stunts captive with my persona
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| Plus a bomber, zestin
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| Niggaz is testin my patience; |
| but I stay fresh and
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| Restin at the mall, attendance on 'noid
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| But I am shoppin for my wish to exploit
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| some cute fits, some new kicks
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| I often do this cause it’s the pits not bein dipped
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| Flip — the flyer attire females desire
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| Baby you can step to this if you admire
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| The ex. |
| traordinary dapper rapper
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| Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her
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| I’ll mack her; |
| attack her with the smoothness
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| I do this, peepin what my crew gets (huh)
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| loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
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| Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass (smak!)
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| They bite flows but we make up new ones
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| If you’re really dope, why ain’t ya signed yet?
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| But I get — my loot from Jive/Zomba, I’ma bomb ya
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| You will see — from now 'til infinity
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| Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill, from 93 'til
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| Huh, this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| Yo, this is how we chill, from 93 'til
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| Aww yeah this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how we chill from 93 'til
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| Yeah this is how we chill from 93 'til
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| This is how. |
| we chill, from 93 'til
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| Hah-hah, just coolin out, y’know what I’m sayin
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| But, but who’s chillin around the land y’know?
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| Yo, who’s chillin? |
| I think I know who’s chillin
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| Yeah tell me who’s chillin then then Plus
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| Casual — you know he’s chillin
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| Yo, Pep Love — he gotta be chillin
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| Jay Biz — ya know he’s chillin
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| Aiyyo man, my my man Snupe is chillin man
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| Yo Mike G — you know he’s here chillin
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| Heh, my man Mike P — ya know he gotta chill
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| Del the Funky Homosapien is CHILLIN
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| Aiy ay my man Domino — yo he’s chillin
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| Yeah. |
| it’s like that, yeah. |