Summer Days Lyrics

Summer Days lyrics

What's up homes? Welcome to the catacombs
We seduce the microphones, bless
the chron - got me in a zone
Just another Saturday night at the spizot
We
kickin' it tough we done closed up shop
Plenty of Phillies rollin through
homey
Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru's
Ride the
summer groove
The incense enhance the hoes deliverance
Niggaz takin a
chance - askin for that lap dance
But see these females, they ain't
strippers, don't flip
But your money back in your pocket
You ain't got to
tip
Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs
And most people ain't never
seen a table full of bud
See members in my backyard
Members at my
door
Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga - 64
A little
barbecue while we get our groove on
The homey loop a beat, Im a lace
somethin smooth on em
My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz
People servin
them eight figures in the land of records
In California lifestyle, you can't
ignore the crime
So niggaz stand in line for the life and times
Get your
grind on
See I never forget (Those summer days)
Homey gettin they back
up
Finna get me sack on
Niggaz gettin they stack on
Junkies gettin
they crack on
Hoez stay cuz they wanna play
(Those summer
days)
Bitches gettin they game on
Homeys gettin they bang on
Niggaz
gettin they slang on
Bitches gettin the jank on
I'm in here coolin ready
to shake em
Nigga what they hittin foe?
Feelin like I drunk a whole
liquor store
Females are comin through
Ready to kick it with the
crew
I like them Barbie Coast hoes
Touchin they toes for them dollar
bills
And when it's drama - best believe it be on
Cuz steppin on the
wrong toes will get your head blown
Because I once knew a nigga who tried to
trip one night
But he didn't know where the fuck he was cuz
I lit him up
like a light
Cuz I know niggaz from Ghost Town
Niggaz from Sin Town
(whoop whoop)
Even them niggaz from the Islands know that we ridaz
? in
the other room breakin niggaz, slappin bones
On the low-low, fa sho' we got
the plugs on them zones
Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up
Bout to break
out the mac and the pistol grip pumper
To tame niggaz, the same niggaz that
was cool an hour ago
Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo
Or is it
that bitch that ready to go home
When the homeys roll and kick it they get
high and get they freak on
Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last
night come up
Mad cuz he got stuck
Yo we let him rough up, but not too
deep
We understand your agony of defeat
Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can
be gentlemen
We come strapped ready to tap that ass - tell a friend
And
say you heard it from some killers
Some big wheel dealers
Out to check a
mill of em
That's why I never forget (Those summer days)
Playaz get your
swerve on
Homeys gettin they herb on
Bitches gettin they perm
on
Riches gettin they serve on
{female singing} Hoes stay cuz they wanna
play
Those summer days
Niggaz gettin they quote on
Homeys gettin they
swole on
Riders gettin they roll on
Players get your flow on
{singing}
those summer days
those summer days
Remember those summer days
Those
summer summer Sunday
Summer days