Yo, whassup? This is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
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joʊ, whassup? ðɪs ɪz Tajai əv ðə ˈmaɪti soʊlz əv ˈmɪsʧəf kru
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I'm chillin' with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus
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aɪm ˈʧɪlɪn wɪð maɪ mæn Phesto, maɪ mæn ə-plʌs
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And my man Op', you know he's dope (Yo, yo, yeah)
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ənd maɪ mæn ɑp, jʊ noʊ hiz doʊp (joʊ, joʊ, jæ)
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But right now, y'know, we just maxin' in the studio
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bət raɪt naʊ, y'know, wi ʤəst ˈmæksɪn ɪn ðə ˈstudiˌoʊ
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We hailin' from East Oakland, California
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wi ˈheɪlɪn frəm ist ˈoʊklənd, ˌkæləˈfɔrnjə
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And, um, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there
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ænd, ʌm, səmˈtaɪmz ɪt gɛts ə ˈlɪtəl ˈhɛktɪk aʊt ðɛr
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(Haha, we just chilling)
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(Haha, wi ʤəst ˈʧɪlɪŋ)
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But right now, you know, we gon' up you on how we just chill
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bət raɪt naʊ, jʊ noʊ, wi gon' ʌp jʊ ɑn haʊ wi ʤəst ʧɪl
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[Verse 1: Opio]
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[Verse 1: Opio]
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Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
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ˈdaɪəl ðə ˈsɛvən ˈdɪʤəts, kɔl ʌp ˈbrɪʤɪt
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Her man's a midget; plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
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hər mænz ə ˈmɪʤət; plʌs ʃi gɑt frɛndz, joʊ, aɪ kən dɪg ɪt
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Here's a 40, swig it, you know it's frigid
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hɪrz eɪ 40, swɪg ɪt, jʊ noʊ ɪts ˈfrɪʤəd
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I got 'em chillin' in the cooler, break out the ruler
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aɪ gɑt ɛm ˈʧɪlɪn ɪn ðə ˈkulər, breɪk aʊt ðə ˈrulər
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Damn! That's the fattest stog' I ever seen
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dæm! ðæts ðə ˈfætəst stog' aɪ ˈɛvər sin
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The weather's keen in Cali
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ðə ˈwɛðərz kin ɪn ˈkɑli
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Gettin' weeded makes it feel like Maui
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ˈgɪtən ˈwidɪd meɪks ɪt fil laɪk ˈmaʊi
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Now we feel the good vibrations
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naʊ wi fil ðə gʊd vaɪˈbreɪʃənz
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So many females, so much inspiration
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soʊ ˈmɛni ˈfiˌmeɪlz, soʊ mʌʧ ˌɪnspəˈreɪʃən
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[Verse 2: A-Plus]
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[Verse 2: A-Plus]
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I get inspired by the blunts too! (Too)
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aɪ gɛt ɪnˈspaɪərd baɪ ðə blʌnts tu! (tu)
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I'll front you (You), if you hang with a bunk crew (Chump)
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aɪl frʌnt ju (ju), ɪf jʊ hæŋ wɪð ə bʌŋk kru (ʧʌmp)
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I roam the strip for bones to pick
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aɪ roʊm ðə strɪp fər boʊnz tə pɪk
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When I find one, I'm gon'
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wɛn aɪ faɪnd wʌn, aɪm gon'
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Take her home and quickly do this (Yep)
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teɪk hər hoʊm ənd ˈkwɪkli dʊ ðɪs (jɛp)
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I need not explain this (Nah)
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aɪ nid nɑt ɪkˈspleɪn ðɪs (nɑ)
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A-Plus is famous, so get the anus
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ə-plʌs əz ˈfeɪməs, soʊ gɛt ði ˈeɪnəs
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[Verse 3: Tajai]
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[Verse 3: Tajai]
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Hey, Miss! Who's there? I'm through there
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heɪ, mɪs! huz ðɛr? aɪm θru ðɛr
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No time to do hair; the flick's at eight, so get straight
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noʊ taɪm tə dʊ hɛr; ðə flɪks ət eɪt, soʊ gɛt streɪt
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You look great–let's grub now
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jʊ lʊk greɪt-lɛts grʌb naʊ
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A rubdown sounds flavour, later there's the theatre (Yeah that sounds nice)
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ə rubdown saʊndz flavour, ˈleɪtər ðərz ðə ˈθiətər (jæ ðət saʊndz naɪs)
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We in the cut, the cinema was mediocre
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wi ɪn ðə kʌt, ðə ˈsɪnəmə wəz ˌmidiˈoʊkər
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Take her to the crib so I can stroke her
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teɪk hər tə ðə krɪb soʊ aɪ kən stroʊk hɜr
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[Verse 4: Phesto]
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[Verse 4: Phesto]
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Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in
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kɪdz gɛt broʊk fər ðɛr skɪnz wɛn aɪm ɪn
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Close range, I throws game at your dip
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kloʊs reɪnʤ, aɪ θroʊz geɪm ət jər dɪp
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Like handball, ‘cause the man's all that
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laɪk ˈhændˌbɔl, kəz ðə mænz ɔl ðæt
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All fat, I'm d' to chill from '93 'til
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ɔl fæt, aɪm di tə ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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[Hook: Souls of Mischief]
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[Hook: Souls of Mischief]
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Yeah, this is how we chill from '93 'til
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jæ, ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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This is how we chill from '93 'til
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ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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This is how we chill from '93 'til
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ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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This is how we chill from '93 'til
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ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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Uh-huh, this is how we chill from '93 'til
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ˈʌˈhʌ, ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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This is how we chill from '93 'til
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ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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This is how we chill from '93 'til
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ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl frəm '93 tɪl
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This is how we chill… from '93 'til
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ðɪs ɪz haʊ wi ʧɪl… frəm '93 tɪl
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[Verse 5: A-Plus]
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[Verse 5: A-Plus]
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Huh, my black Timbs do me well (Yeah)
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hʌ, maɪ blæk tɪmz dʊ mi wɛl (jæ)
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When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell (What?)
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wɛn aɪ si ə ful ənd hi sɛz hi hɜrd mi tɛl (wʌt?)
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Another person's busy-ness, I cause dizziness
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əˈnʌðər ˈpɜrsənz ˈbɪzi-nɛs, aɪ kɑz ˈdɪzinəs
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Until you stop acting like a silly bitch
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ənˈtɪl jʊ stɑp ˈæktɪŋ laɪk ə ˈsɪli bɪʧ
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