Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
A-Plus
Vocals
Billy Cobham
Sampled Artist
Opio
Vocals
Phesto
Vocals
Tajai
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tajai Massey
Songwriter
Opio Lindsey
Songwriter
Damani Thompson
Songwriter
Adam Carter
Songwriter
Billy Cobham
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
A-Plus
Producer
Domino
Mixing Engineer
Chris Trevett
Mixing Engineer
Damian Siguenza
Mixing Engineer
Matt Kelley
Recording Engineer
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Lyrics
[Intro]
Yo, whassup? This is Tajai of the mighty Souls of Mischief crew
I'm chillin' with my man Phesto, my man A-Plus
And my man Op', you know he's dope (Yo, yo, yeah)
And right now, y'know, we just maxin' in the studio
We hailin' from East Oakland, California
And, um, sometimes it gets a little hectic out there (Ha-ha)
But right now, you know, we gon' up you on how we just chill (We just chilling)
[Verse 1]
Dial the seven digits, call up Bridgette
Her man's a midget, plus she got friends, yo, I can dig it
Here's a 40, swig it, you know it's frigid
I got 'em chillin' in the cooler, break out the ruler
Damn! That's the fattest stog' I ever seen
The weather's keen in Cali, gettin' weeded makes it feel like Maui
Now we feel the good vibrations
So many females, so much inspiration
[Verse 2]
I get inspired by the blunts too (Too)
I'll front you, if you hang with a bunk crew (You, chump)
I roam the strip for bones to pick
When I find one, I'm gon'
Take her home and quickly do this (Yep)
I need not explain this (Nah)
A-Plus is famous, so get the anus
[Verse 3]
Hey, miss, who's there? I'm through there
No time to do hair, the flick's at eight, so get straight
You look great, let's grub now
A rubdown sounds flavour, later there's the theatre (Yeah, that sounds nice)
We in the cut, the cinema was mediocre
Take her to the crib so I can stroke her
[Verse 4]
Kids get broke for their skins when I'm in
Close range, I throws game at your dip
Like handball, 'cause the man's all that
All fat, I'm d' to chill from '93 'til
[Chorus]
Yeah, this is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
Uh-huh, this is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
[Verse 5]
Huh, my black Timbs do me well (Yeah)
When I see a fool and he says he heard me tell (What?)
Another person's busy-ness, I cause dizziness
Until you stop acting like a silly bitch
[Verse 6]
Yo, crews are jealous 'cause we get props
The cops wanna stop our fun, but the top
Is where we're dwellin', swell and fat, no sleep
I work fit, and jerks get their hoes sweeped
Under their noses, this bro's quick
To hit blunts and flip once
I'm chillin', 'cause my crew's close, kid
[Verse 7]
I'm posted, most kids accept this as cool
I exit, 'cause I'm an exception to the rule (Hell no, I'm out)
I'm steppin' to the cool spots where crews flock
To snare a dip, or see where the shit that's flam-bee
Plan B, not as poppin'
So I got tons of indo and go to the Owen's basement
My ace been fattenin' up tracks
Time to get prolific with the whiz kid
[Verse 8]
Greenbacks in stacks, don't even ask
Who got the fat sacks? We can max, pumpin' fat tracks
Exchangin' facts about impacts, 'cause in facts
My freestyle talent overpowers, brothers can't hack it
They lack wit, we got the mack shit
'93 to infinity, kill all that wack shit!
[Chorus]
Ah, this is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
Yeah, this is how we chill from '93 'til (Uh-huh)
This is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 until
This is how we chill from '93 'til (Yeah)
[Verse 9]
I be coolin', school's in session, but I'm fresh in
Rappin', so I take time off to never rhyme soft
I'm off on my own shit
With my own clique, roll many backroads
With a fat stog' and blunts, folding runts
Holdin' stunts captive with my persona
Plus a bomber, zestin'
**** is testin' my patience, but I stay freshin'
[Verse 10]
Restin' at the mall, attendance on 'noid (Get off!)
But I am shopping for my wish to exploit
Some few fits, some new kicks
I often do this, 'cause it's the pits not being dipped
[Verse 11]
Flipped! The flyer attire females desire
Baby, you can step to this if you admire
The ex-traordinary, dapper rapper
Keep tabs on your main squeeze before I tap her
[Verse 12]
I'll mack her, attack her with the smoothness
I do this, peepin' what my crew gets, check (Huh)
Loot, props, respect, and blunts to pass
Crews talk shit, but in my face, they kiss my ass (Smack!)
They bite flows, but we make up new ones
If you're really dope, why ain't you signed yet?
But I get my loot from Jive/Zomba, I'ma bomb ya
You will see, from now to infinity
[Chorus]
Ahhh, this is how we chill from '93 'til (Yeah)
This is how we chill from '93 'til
Huh! This is how we chill from '93 'til
Yeah! This is how we chill from '93 'til
Aww, yeah, this is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
Yeah, this is how we chill from '93 'til
This is how we chill from '93 'til
[Outro]
Ha-ha! Just coolin' out, y'know what I'm sayin'?
But, but who's chillin' around the land, y'know?
Yo, who's chillin'? I think I know who's chillin'
Then tell me who's chillin' then, A-Plus
Yo, Casual, you know he's chillin'
Yo, Pep Love, he gotta be chillin'
Jay-Biz, you know he's chillin'
Ayo, man, my, my man Snupe is chillin', man
Yo, Mike G, you know he's here chillin'
Yeah, my man Mike P, you know he gotta chill
Del the Funky Homosapien is chillin'
Aye, my man Domino, yo, he's chillin'
Yeah, and it's like that, yeah
'92, 3, 3
Written by: Adam Carter, Billy Cobham, Damani Thompson, Jamie Suarez, Opio Lindsey, Tajai Massey