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Summertime (Feat. King T)

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  • 2014.06.04
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Set's up high, bitches and whips topless No ceilings, they pitchin' that Helen Mirren It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick) Block burning, G's banging on the beach White tees, no socks shit Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system Rattlin' but battle ready 'cause he got the heavy metal Tucked to haggle for the Fendi watches Watch it, everyone observe the color of the block where they walkin' Watch how they walkin', see her at the payphone code talkin' She got them eyes, shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin' So the lay of the block maintain as long everybody play they role, if not Try to step on somebody else's line, but when they do A critic quick to put a clip in a nine A motherfucker will die in the summertime Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud till they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em 'Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime Hold the liquor, it's an avalanche comin' A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin' And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin' I came to represent for the Liquid Empire The Lexus squire with about six friars It's been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire And I won't stop rockin' 'til ya nigga expire I-a gut the mic with the negative hype Any steelo will fashion, I'm a negative type Write whatever you like, starts day into night Paragraphin' how you have it, I be crashin' your sight As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes Toss up you niggas tryin' to peel my stripes Killas don't fright but hold up, here's the truth Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud till they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em 'Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime Dice game, rice rocket, pipe laying, sidewalkin' Eyes, drankin' wine, talkin' whatever nigga (Right?) Price payin', eye sockets, dry makin', fire lockin' Fly paper skyrockets, scare residentials Donuts in the cul-de-sac, photos at the intersection Show 'em that Corona's back, flipping off the pigs and Breaking mirrors 'cause he own it jack And he on about half a pill and he don't wanna yack So he keep it rollin' like that dice game Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice like they ain't narcs Roll a seven, guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven Cars parked ring alarms, homies stop bettin' just for a second Then started up again like resurrection, then count their blessings Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection, pause Laugh it off or get a weapon Low nose clown on they pogo bounce when they slow-mo round Make the hoes go down, homies smoke that loud till they choke fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em 'Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime

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