Текст песни (Memphis Bleek f) Jay-Z - Dear Summer
(Memphis Bleek f) Jay-Z - Dear Summer слова песни
[Jay-Z]Dear summer, I know you gon` miss meFor we been together like Nike Airs and crisp teesS dots with polo fleecesPurple label shit with the logo secretGimme couple years, shit I might just sneak inA couple words and like peaches and herbWe`ll be reunited and it feels so hoodHave the whole world saying "How you still so good?"Well I do this in my slumber summerI ain`t none of these half-assed newcomers, you know how I do summerI drop heat, when you bring the sun upThe combo make niggaz act up, I pick the gun upNiggaz back up; they know I`m not no fronterI don`t talk shit, I just flip it +Un+ yaSorry Lance, I`m just trying to advance my quotesI ain`t making you the butt of my jokesBut let`s not stray from what I came to sayTo my beloved, think we need some time awayThey say if you love it, you should let it out its cageAnd fuck it, if it comes back you know it`s there to stayIt`s tugging, at my heart, but this time apart is neededFrom the public, who should`ve gave me the pulitz`Instead gave me they ass to kissBut you know me, thugging `til the casket dipsBut still shine light down on all my peersI know they weird... some queer, I still want them to shareAnd all the success I received, I know you can`t believeI still love `em but they don`t love meThey like the drunk uncle in your familyYou know they lame, you feel ashamed, but you love `em the sameIt`s like when niggaz make subliminal recordsIf it ain`t directed directly at me, I don`t respect itYou don`t really want it with Hov, for the recordI put a couple careers on hold, you could be next kidKeep entering the danger zoneYou gon` make that boy Hov put your name in a songIf you that hungry for fame, motherfucker c`monSay when, take ten paces and spinBut on another note, `bout to take another vaca`On another boat, goddamn a motherfucker rodeHis way out the hood, and I pray that I stay out for goodBut any day you know a nigga couldTry and play like he Suge, then I gotta play like Dutch SchultzYou pass the dutchie, I blast you, trust meNiggaz can`t fuck with meI`m in a good mood, you lucky, I got a good grooveAnd I ain`t trying to fuck my thing upBut I will lay down a couple green bucks, get you cleaned upNow I`m +Pulp Fiction+, Colt four-fifth andYoung niggaz that blast for me/blasphemy, no religion[talking]Listen here summer baby, I just believe it`s the right thing to doI got a brand new bitch, corporate AmericaShe showing me a lot of action right nowAnd I know you put me on my feet and all, butI mean, it`s time for me to growYou gotta let me go baby, you gotta let me goI`m done for now, so one for nowPossibly forever, we had fun togetherBut like all good things, we must come to an endPlease show the same love to my friendsDear summer