Summer Time

Summer, summer, summer time
 Summer, summer, summer time
 Summer, summer, summer time
 Well listen summer time in the city
 Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
 And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin' fellas
 Doin' anythings on they baggy shorts
 And kids is having fun in the park
 But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark
 Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms
 Chattin' with the next door neighbour sayin' "Hi"
 The folks that don't ride
 Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun keeps gettin' in the rock
 Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz
 Strictly t-shirts or the boots
 Standin' on the van with, I'm wavin' at chicks
 Takin' food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics
 Lex, coups, beemers and benz
 Niggas hangin' with they man makin' hits
 We bouncin' in the city
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 In every borough there's a crew
 Of niggas smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew
 'Cause that's the way that us niggas do
 With Newports in the ear, playin' concrete sports
 And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce
 The would be throwin' jams in the park
 When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark
 GG and G tapes are bangin', it's strictly Spigg Nice
 And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin'
 I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through
 In 89, 'cause them shorties smoke grass too
 To make a avenue, somethin' in God rule
 40 Be, that is lee, agent I too
 And to my peoples on the rock
 One three two, one four two; yeah that's the rock
 See Queens niggas do they thing
 Champagne and rings don't hold shit
 Bang real niggas hang in the city
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 It's about 98 degrees, every bodies gettin' cheese
 And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries
 When new burgers got a lot around the corner
 See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?
 I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south
 Bounce bounce like that
 Smokin' charm as we creep through the streets
 Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats
 They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok
 Shorty bouncin' with friends
 3 Piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz
 I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel
 Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield
 So one two, this is how we do
 Summer time, Lost Boyz comin' through in the city
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
 Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)