Summertime

Song

Summertime

Jim Jones · The Capo Chronicles · 2010 · 3:53

Lyrics

You know, Byrd Gang When the weather break, it just does something to me Got me thinkin' 'bout California drought and shit Fresh pair of Airs, you know Hollerin' at the girls walkin' by Hey ma, sound about right We headed uptown How my vocals sound? That's how I wanna hear It's summer time, let's go I can't wait for the summertime So we can run around and I be actin' all crazy (Count me in) 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my top down and I'ma go for mine, baby Can't wait for the summertime So we can ride around, you know we drive them boys crazy 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my toes done, 'cause I'm such a fuckin' lady Summer, where you been at? Seen you 'bout a year ago We was up in Harlem takin' pictures by my vehicle This was when the weather was hot and high uk Body all crazy, I'm on her like, "How you been?" Lookin' like she worked out, pair of Daisy Dukens Red bottoms on in that new Mercedes coupe and Me, I had my Air Ones laces unloosened Tank top and gun just in case they started shootin' You know how the streets when the sun is out Niggas love the heat 'til the motherfuckin' thunder's out The most beautifullest thing in this world Is ridin' through Harlem, drop-top with a pretty girl I can't wait for the summertime So we can run around and I be actin' all crazy (All crazy) 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my top down and I'ma go for mine, baby Can't wait for the summertime So we can ride around, you know we drive them boys crazy 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my toes done, 'cause I'm such a fuckin' lady Ain't nothin' like Harlem in mid-July Everybody got a cup, drinkin', gettin' high (Pour me a cup) We would hustle, barely gettin' by (Damn) Gettin' twisted to the point that we could kiss the sky We couldn't wait for the barbecues (Nope) So we kept paper plates on the car, we took (Vroom, vroom) So you know we love to chase the girls And I bet you couldn't guess who was my favorite girl (Guess who) And we would kill it, them piped up foreign shit Parkin' all the whips in front the basketball tournaments (Kingdom) Even in the spotlight, the coupe gettin' seated Had to cut the roof off because we had a disagreement (Damn) Shit, if I ain't drove it, they ain't seen it (Nope) Top gone, ice on with the sun beamin' (And) Ridin' up Lenox real slow like I had a flat Four or five cars deep, same color, matchin' black I can't wait for the summertime So we can run around and I be actin' all crazy (Count me in) 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my top down and I'ma go for mine, baby Can't wait for the summertime So we can ride around, you know we drive them boys crazy 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my toes done, 'cause I'm such a fuckin' lady The last I heard, you was down in Atlanta (For real) Supposed to be waitin' for some nigga in the slammer (I wonder why) My other man said he caught you down in Miami Had me thinkin' 'bout we coulda got caught With that slammy (Remember the car?) We was in the club, you put the gun up in your panties Came back to New York, we was lookin' Kinda tanny (Bout to act an officer) Can't front, you keep your pedi and your mani (Yup) Can't forget your bags 'cause they cost a couple grandy (A few stacks) True game fancy, and you keep a carry-on You tell me that it's handy (I wonder why) But when New York get chilly, you be actin' illy (Damn) And then I got a text, you was down to wet willies, you said Can't wait for the summertime So we can ride around, you know we drive them boys crazy 'Cause y'all know when the sun is out I keep my toes done, 'cause I'm such a fuckin' lady If I'm not drivin', best believe I'm bein' driven They call it fashion, but we call it splashin' 'Cause we gettin' paid and we do it for a livin' And when the sun comes out, look for me Hair check, nails check, diamonds and pearls check Keep the top down when I'm ridin' with the girls In the summer, in the summertime

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