Rappin' so I take time off to never rhyme soft
Loot, props, respect and blunts to pass
Or see where the shit that's flam
The flicks at eight so get it straight
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
Hah-hah, just coolin' out, ya know what I'm sayin'
Yo, crews are jealous 'cause we get props
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Here's a forty, swig it, ya know it's frigid
Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her
I often do this 'cause it's the pits not being dipped
Take her home and quickly do this
I exit 'cause I'm an exception to the rule
You know? Yo, who's chillin'? I think I know who's
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Another persons business, I cause dizziness
Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
I boasted, most kids accept this as cool
Jay biz, ya know he's chillin'
My ace spinned, phat and enough tracks
My patience but I stay fresh and
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Hey, miss, whose there? I'm through there, no time to do hair
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
Greenbacks and stacks don't even ask
Huh, my black timbs do me well
I do this, even when my crew gets
And, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
But I get, my loot from jive, zomba I'ma bomb ya
When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell
I get inspired by the blunts too, I'll front you
To hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin' 'cause my crews close, kid
Under their noses, this bros quick
I work fifteen jerks get their hoes sweeped
I roam the strip for bones to pick when I find one, I'm done
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Yo Mike G, you know hes here chillin'
This is how we chill from 93 'til
I'm chillin' with my man phesto
This is how we chill from 93 'til
They bite flows but we make up new ones
A rub down sounds flavor, later there's a theater
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Exploits, some new fits, come new kicks
So many females, so much inspiration
You look great let's grub now
Chillin', tell me who's chillin' toda
'Cause the mans all that, all phat
So, I got tons of Endo and go to the ho ins, basement
Baby, you can step to this if you admire
Hey, my man Domino, yo he's chillin'
'Cause in facts, my freestyle talent overpowers
This is how we chill from 93 'til
I'm off on my own shit with my own click
I'm steppin, to the cool spots where crews flock to stare at them
Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in
The cops, wanna stop, our fun, but the top
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Brothers can't hack it, they lack wit, we got the mack shit
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Take her to the crib so I can stroke her
But right now yo, we just maxin' in the studio
But I am shopping for my winter
Exachangin' facts about impacts
With my persona, plus, I bomba
Folding blunts, holding stunts captive
Ah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
Until you stop acting like a silly bitch
This is how we chill from 93 'til
93 to Infinity, kill all that wack shit
I be coolin', schools in session but I'm fresh and
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
Her mans a midget, plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Dial the seven digits, call up Bridget
Close range, I throws game at your dip like handball
This is how we chill from 93 'til
I be the chill from 93 'til
Ay yo, my man, my man Snoop is chillin', man
Is where were dwelling, swelling, phat, no sleep
This is how we chill from 93 'til
This is how we chill from 93 'til
But, but whos chillin' around the land?
Who got the fat sacks, we can max, pumpin' phat tracks
Yeah, this is how we chill from 93 'til
You will see from now to Infinity
Bland leaking out his pocket
If you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?
This is how we chill from 93 'til
'Del the funky homosapien' is chillin'
Casual, you know hes chillin'
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Restin' at the mall, attendance on low
This is how we chill from 93 'til
But what does Keen and Cali gettin' weeded, makes her feel like maui
Yo pep love, he gotta be chillin'
If you hang with a punk crew
Flip, the flier attire, females desire
Testin', niggas is testin'
I got 'em chillin' in the cooler, break out the ruler
Yo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty souls of mischief crew
My man a-plus, and my man op, you know hes dope
The extraordinary dapper rapper
Crews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my ass
For many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin' blunted
Now we, feel the good vibrations
We handlin' from east Oakland, California
Time to get prolific with the whiz kid
But right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chill
I'll mack her, attack her with the smoothness
This is how we chill from 93 'til
I need not explain this, a-plus is famous, so get the anus
Damn, that's the fattest stoke I've ever seen
We in the cut, the cinema was mediocre
Yeah, my man Mike P, he know he gotta chill