Summertime Songtext
von Big Rich
Summertime Songtext
Summer time, hoes out, big chain on my neck
Fresh linin′ with the old school spoils in the back
Ugly hoes say I'm conceited, ′cause I don't holla
If it ain't about a dollar, bitch I don′t bother
I know you niggas heard of me, suckers tried to murder me
I send my young goons to your house like a burglary
Emergency, 911 you motherfuckers done
Tommy gun tycoon, get your ass to hold the drum
Every man for theyself on this battlefield
One bad decision get your whole fucking family killed
The bully′s back, with a fully automatic
Tic, get your hat split open
Now the door's wide open and we ridin′ down the block
With, both eyes open, both hands on the chop
Got vision like Pac, see death around the corner
It's just another day out in sunny California, motherfucker
Alright, it goes down in the summer time
Beef cookin′ by the pound in the summer time
Big rims, bad broads, Lamborghini doors
Candy paint drippin', tell a hater get lost
If you ballin′ then floss, yeah show it off
Keep your eyes open for them jack boys
Nigga it's the summer time
Minus the bullshit, life's great
My niggas cook that beef like a prime steak
The projects, life behind the iron gate
Walk up and spit right in a liar′s face
Yeah, I′m at your crown with another nine
What you got now, I get the best another time
Like ice on pay in full I see you shinin' nigga
I see that new car, I see them diamonds nigga
You ain′t coppin' from me, I′m 'bout to rob you niggas
I see the bitch in all you niggas, call your niggas
I ain′t trippin', we all killas and we all here wreckless
You niggas out here reckless
Diamonds in your damn necklace, you look like breakfast
Summer time, niggas wanna keep you down like Tetris
Invisible roof on my Lexus, and my Porsche
It didn't come from chillin′ on the porch
We be bangin′ up north
I'm not a Blood or a Crip, I′m just a G with my mind on a lick
I'm just a G with my nine on my hip
I got the line on the bricks, but I′d rather take your shit
Keep your eyes open, it's summer time, these niggas is sick
Alright, it goes down in the summer time
Beef cookin′ by the pound in the summer time
Big rims, bad broads, Lamborghini doors
Candy paint drippin', tell a hater get lost
If you ballin' then floss, yeah show it off
Keep your eyes open for them jack boys
Nigga it′s the summer time
Fresh linin′ with the old school spoils in the back
Ugly hoes say I'm conceited, ′cause I don't holla
If it ain't about a dollar, bitch I don′t bother
I know you niggas heard of me, suckers tried to murder me
I send my young goons to your house like a burglary
Emergency, 911 you motherfuckers done
Tommy gun tycoon, get your ass to hold the drum
Every man for theyself on this battlefield
One bad decision get your whole fucking family killed
The bully′s back, with a fully automatic
Tic, get your hat split open
Now the door's wide open and we ridin′ down the block
With, both eyes open, both hands on the chop
Got vision like Pac, see death around the corner
It's just another day out in sunny California, motherfucker
Alright, it goes down in the summer time
Beef cookin′ by the pound in the summer time
Big rims, bad broads, Lamborghini doors
Candy paint drippin', tell a hater get lost
If you ballin′ then floss, yeah show it off
Keep your eyes open for them jack boys
Nigga it's the summer time
Minus the bullshit, life's great
My niggas cook that beef like a prime steak
The projects, life behind the iron gate
Walk up and spit right in a liar′s face
Yeah, I′m at your crown with another nine
What you got now, I get the best another time
Like ice on pay in full I see you shinin' nigga
I see that new car, I see them diamonds nigga
You ain′t coppin' from me, I′m 'bout to rob you niggas
I see the bitch in all you niggas, call your niggas
I ain′t trippin', we all killas and we all here wreckless
You niggas out here reckless
Diamonds in your damn necklace, you look like breakfast
Summer time, niggas wanna keep you down like Tetris
Invisible roof on my Lexus, and my Porsche
It didn't come from chillin′ on the porch
We be bangin′ up north
I'm not a Blood or a Crip, I′m just a G with my mind on a lick
I'm just a G with my nine on my hip
I got the line on the bricks, but I′d rather take your shit
Keep your eyes open, it's summer time, these niggas is sick
Alright, it goes down in the summer time
Beef cookin′ by the pound in the summer time
Big rims, bad broads, Lamborghini doors
Candy paint drippin', tell a hater get lost
If you ballin' then floss, yeah show it off
Keep your eyes open for them jack boys
Nigga it′s the summer time
Writer(s): Jon Bon Jovi, Richard Sambora, John M. Shanks Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
