've been around the block enough to know that this time I know it's for real Oh baby this time, this time, this time, this time oh baby this time, this time
Ross) Uh, uhhh, cigar please, I came alive like a moff in the Summer time, Japanese wheel blades all samurai, shine brighter than them b-tches on the other side, time
(Show 'em what you got) And wave Give the drummer some I already gave the summer some It's the winter's turn, Hovi Hov is the coldest I'm just gettin' better with time
changes of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time
the summer Reaching out to call the color of the sky Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see Getting over, the time I had to worry
of the summer, Reaching to call the color of the sky. Passed around a moment clothed in mornings faster than we see. Getting over all the time I had
Callin' out around the world Are you ready for a brand new beat? Summer's here and the time is right For dancin' in the streets They're dancin' in Chicago
money to buy out the glocks Tell my brotha go to school in September So he won't mess up in summer school in da summer Tell my cousin Jerry wear his
' it up 'Cuz I'm at Hollywood with Denzel, flickin' it up I play the corner when the shit is hot, summer time in the X Kay Slay got the shit on lock
saying, "How you still so good?" Well, I do, this in my slumber summer I ain't none of these half-assed newcomers You know how I do Summer, I drop heat
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we made a pact Sometimes when I miss you, I put those records on, whoa Someone said you had your tattoo removed Saw you downtown singing the blues It's time
s been too long Since I've been in those arms (Yours Mama) It's getting colder every winter I can't take the heat in summer Can't hardly deal with all
familiar The knapsacks and black bags are full of scrilla That lame ain't a killa he softer than chinchilla And I'm a GT see a 4 door wheeler Matter fact this summer
dick, and I don't give a fuck what you spit Who you are, where you from, and who the fuck you can get 'Cause I sell records, plus I got a jail record
off tour, I think we should Hang and blackout together 'Cause I've been feeling sentimental For days gone by All those summers singing, drinking Laughing, wasting our time
' weed Talkin' about life on records was the whole plan So we put out the phuncky feel, but you were feelin' guilty and kill a man That was about the time
