Respect Real Hip Hop !!nLYRICS!!nYo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty souls of mischief crewnI'm chillin' with my man phestonMy man a-...
Respect Real Hip Hop !!nLYRICS!!nYo, what's up, this is Tajai of the mighty souls of mischief crewnI'm chillin' with my man phestonMy man a-plus, and my man op, you know hes dopennBut right now yo, we just maxin' in the studionWe handlin' from east Oakland, CalifornianAnd, sometimes it gets a little hectic out therenBut right now, yo, we gonna up you on how we just chillnnDial the seven digits, call up BridgetnHer mans a midget, plus she got friends, yo, I can dig itnHere's a forty, swig it, ya know it's frigidnI got 'em chillin' in the cooler, break out the rulernnDaaaaaaaaamn, that's the fattest stoke I've ever seennBut what does Keen and Cali gettin' weeded, makes her feel like mauinNow we, feel the good vibrationsnSo many females, so much inspirationnnI get inspired by the blunts too, I'll front younIf you hang with a punk crewnI roam the strip for bones to pick when I find one, I'm donenTake her home and quickly do thisnI need not explain this, a-plus is famous, so get the anusnnHey, miss, whose there? I'm through there, no time to do hairnThe flicks at eight so get it straightnYou look great let's grub nownA rub down sounds flavor, later there's a theaternWe in the cut, the cinema was mediocrenTake her to the crib so I can stroke hernnKids get broke for their skins when I'm innClose range, I throws game at your dip like handballn'Cause the mans all that, all phatnI be the chill from 93 'tilnnYeah, this is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnnHuh, my black timbs do me wellnWhen I see a fool and he says he heard me tellnAnother persons business, I cause dizzinessnUntil you stop acting like a silly bitchnnYo, crews are jealous 'cause we get propsnThe cops, wanna stop, our fun, but the topnIs where were dwelling, swelling, phat, no sleepnI work fifteen jerks get their hoes sweepednnUnder their noses, this bros quicknTo hit blunts and flip once I'm chillin' 'cause my crews close, kidnI boasted, most kids accept this as coolnI exit 'cause I'm an exception to the rulennI'm steppin, to the cool spots where crews flock to stare at themnOr see where the shit that's flamnBland leaking out his pocketnSo, I got tons of Endo and go to the ho ins, basementnnMy ace spinned, phat and enough tracksnTime to get prolific with the whiz kidnGreenbacks and stacks don't even asknWho got the fat sacks, we can max, pumpin' phat tracksnnExachangin' facts about impactsn'Cause in facts, my freestyle talent overpowersnBrothers can't hack it, they lack wit, we got the mack shitn93 to Infinity, kill all that wack shitnnAh, this is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnnI be coolin', schools in session but I'm fresh andnRappin' so I take time off to never rhyme softnI'm off on my own shit with my own clicknFor many bad bros with their fat stoke gettin' bluntednnFolding blunts, holding stunts captivenWith my persona, plus, I bombanTestin', niggas is testin'nMy patience but I stay fresh andnnRestin' at the mall, attendance on lownBut I am shopping for my winternExploits, some new fits, come new kicksnI often do this 'cause it's the pits not being dippednnFlip, the flier attire, females desirenBaby, you can step to this if you admirenThe extraordinary dapper rappernKeep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap hernnI'll mack her, attack her with the smoothnessnI do this, even when my crew getsnLoot, props, respect and blunts to passnCrews talk shit, but in my face they kiss my assnnThey bite flows but we make up new onesnIf you're really dope, why ain't ya signed yet?nBut I get, my loot from jive, zomba I'ma bomb yanYou will see from now to InfinitynnAh, this is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnYeah, this is how we chill from 93 'tilnnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnYeah, this is how we chill from 93 'tilnThis is how we chill from 93 'tilnnHah-hah, just coolin' out, ya know what I'm sayin'nBut, but whos chillin' around the land?nYou know? Yo, who's chillin'? I think I know who'snChillin', tell me who's chillin' todannCasual, you know hes chillin'nYo pep love, he gotta be chillin'nJay biz, ya know he's chillin'nAy yo, my man, my man Snoop is chillin', mannnYo Mike G, you know hes here chillin'nYeah, my man Mike P, he know he gotta chilln'Del the funky homosapien' is chillin'nHey, my man Domino, yo he's chillin' Less
