Lost Boyz - Summer Time lyrics

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Summer, summer, summer time

Summer, summer, summer time

Summer, summer, summer time

[Mr. Cheeks]

Well listen Summer time in the city

Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy

And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin fellas

Doin anythings on they baggy shorts

And kids is having fun in the park

But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark

Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms

Chattin with the next door neighbour sayin "Hi"

The folks that don't ride

Her hands on the floor head cuz the sun keeps gettin in the rock

Little kids in sweaty suits, with niggas like Lost Boyz

Strictly t-shirts or the boots

Standin on the van with, I'm wavin at chicks

Takin food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics

Lex, coups, beemers and benz

Niggas hangin with they man makin hits

We bouncin in the city

Chorus: 4X

Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)

[Mr. Cheeks]

In every borough there's a crew

Of niggas smokin blunts and drinkin brew

Cuz that's the way that us niggas do

With Newports in the ear, playin concrete sports

And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce

The would be throwin jams in the park

When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark

GG and G tapes are bangin, it's strictly Spigg Nice

And that hat black, when me and my niggas are sayin

I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through

In 89, cuz them shorties smoke grass too

To make a avenue, somethin in god rule

40 be, that is lee, agent I too

And to my peoples on the rock

132142, yeah that's the rock

See Queens niggas do they thing

Champagne and rings don't hold shit,

bang real niggas hang in the city

Chorus 4X

[Mr. Cheeks]

It's about 98 degrees, everybodies gettin cheese

And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries

When new burgers got a lot around the corner

See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?

I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south

Bounce bounce like that

Smokin charm as we creep thru the streets

Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats

They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok

Shorty bouncin with friends

3 piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz

I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel

Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield

So one two, this is how we do

Summer time, Lost Boyz comin thru in the city

Chorus 4X