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Текст песни Lost Boyz - Summer Time

Lost Boyz - Summer Time слова песни

Summer, summer, summer timeSummer, summer, summer timeSummer, summer, summer time[Mr. Cheeks]Well listen Summer time in the cityNow niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithyAnd even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellasDoin anythings on they baggy shortsAnd kids is having fun in the parkBut there`s a limit, moms says you best to be home before darkNow we all know the flavor, were back on the black momsChattin with the next door neighbour sayin "Hi"The folks that don`t rideHer hands on the floor head cuz the sun keeps gettin in the rockLittle kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost BoyzStrictly t-shirts or the bootsStandin on the van with, I`m wavin at chicksTakin food from the vooda, and sips from the MysticsLex, coups, beemers and benzNiggas hangin with they man makin hitsWe bouncin in the cityChorus: 4XSummer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)[Mr. Cheeks]In every borough there`s a crewOf niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brewCuz that`s the way that us niggas doWith Newports in the ear, playin concrete sportsAnd shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounceThe would be throwin jams in the parkWhen the buddha is sparked, they get together after darkGG and G tapes are bangin, it`s strictly Spigg NiceAnd that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayinI`m given beats to my peeps when I pass throughIn 89, cuz them shorties smoke grass tooTo make a avenue, somethin in god rule40 be, that is lee, agent I tooAnd to my peoples on the rock132142, yeah that`s the rockSee Queens niggas do they thingChampagne and rings don`t hold shit, bang real niggas hang in the cityChorus 4X[Mr. Cheeks]It`s about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheeseAnd a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungariesWhen new burgers got a lot around the cornerSee a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down southBounce bounce like thatSmokin charm as we creep thru the streetsLost Boyz, they bites and they eat meatsThey blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red ReebokShorty bouncin with friends3 piece, bbs, cloned out on the BenzI wanna hit in the car, how them skins feelShorty with the ribbon in the windshieldSo one two, this is how we doSummer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the cityChorus 4X

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