Back in the day when I was younger. I fell in love bout every summer. And I would be calling up the radio. To dedicate my favorite song to her. And I
T hard, then you need to split Summer's mine, winter too I'm popping bottles in the club, that's what winners do They claiming bitches, them my old hoes
the shitty slums that look like the city dumps Give you a kidney punch, and mug you to get me lunch See me every summer, layin up against the dumpster
them getaway cars Fast and hard tryna chase them broads Seem like that nigga reggie aint gone neva make parole And I aint seen my uncle since I was 12 yrs old
' I acknowledge any MC in a South Bronx town South proof projects, did they really go down Shit, I remember when I was 12 years old I didn't know about
hang with niggas that just got out and ready to go back Bizarre making wack crews fold Me and Bill Clinton wanna bust in hoes that only 14 years old
, bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw, got jacked for my *** Took a long *** hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied my first ***
time for the shot ?Cause at any time you want me at all Any rhyme or reason Brother, I'm the brother you call to play Spring or summer, Winter or
L.A. for the summer I got the worldwide cell to check the email Plus 41K plan in ATL l got 8 females I see em' all from 8 to 12 The only player who
purse My sister did the talking and I looked down And tapped my foot and sort of twisted on one heel. Madame pointed to corner And twisted her shawl, Uncovered a dusty old
10 or 12 in number Some able bodied men Our trip it was a pleasant one As we hit the Westward road Until we crossed Old Boggy Creek In Old New Mexico
summer Got the world wide cell to check the e-mail Plus 41k plan in ATL got 8 females I see em' all from 8 to 12 The only player who can ball without
numbers I take a G-4 Land to that H-2 Hummer Leave at 7:45 in L.A. for the summer I got the World Wide sale to check the E-mail Plus 401-K plan in A-
oh! (nigga 103)oh! Dey gon get crunk when dis shit drop in the club nigga Let's go! [Chorus:] Why ya'll trippin, I'm just fine 12:45, about dat time
catch my hustle You can't fathom my love dude Lock yourself in a room doin' five beats a day for three summers That's a different world like three summers
was rich bangin' DJ Quik On Crenshaw got jacked for my shit Took a long chronic hit and thought about the time When I was 12 years old and I emptied
braziers and cookfires illuminated the dark plain before the fortress like a coruscating sea, painting the stygian heavens the colour of flame. And the high summer
x3] [Andycat]Do you know what I'm sayin? [Dizzy Dustin]Man, I know what you're sayin' [Verse One: Andy C] You see I'm programmed to slam in the summer