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