Summa Tha Time Lyrics

Summa Tha Time lyrics

f/ Emage







[Hook: Black Sheep (Emage)]



We like blowing up the spot



(Summa the time)



We're known for fronting, not



(Summa the time)



We give our shows all we got



Wreck the stage and lots play us



Like the sun because we’re hot, hot







[Dres]



It's Black Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feet



Catch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street



Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex



Forties, my forte: butterfill and four Becks



That defines Dres, d-r-e-s, no further ado



I charcoal, broil and foil more than any barbecue



In the breeze like Lenin, listen when I’m beginning



In Nueva York, better known as kings' dominion



We're back again, smacking beats across your head and back



And when you front I'l make you stand out like a fat African



Peace to all down South, I know it's hot as Hades



Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the Eighties



Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour went



I stack mint and think of what? Black empowerment



I think wife, and black child to raise together



I think about the winter knowing nothing last forever



In this world things happen at the drop of a dime



Some things never happen at all, and yes y’all







[Hook: Dres (Emage)]



(Summa the time)



I’m hitting your face like the breeze



(Summa the time)



It's like I rip the mic to so many degrees



Huh, I'm docking it in your port



I'm slamming it in your court



Me taking the shorts?



I'm holding the for'ps, child please







[Mr Lawnge]



Some of the time I'm with my crew, some of the time I'm not



Bouncing down the block, blowing up the spot



But only when it's hot do I see nuff niggas looking at me



Displaying signs of jealousy, it means they're still Black With NV



I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song



Suckers see me, wanna be me, but I’m creamy and they’re dead wrong



To whom it may concern: yo, don’t even try, kid



Because you couldn't see me even if I was your eyelid



When I rhyme for the summertime, believe I can



Bring more relief from grief than the Icy man



Be it your front yard, your stoop or porch



Like the Kackalackan sun, I'm guaranteed to scorch



I know it was about time we dropped the now, oh gosh



We got more niggas rolling up than even at the car wash



Yeah, we're here to tan that ass like the summer sun



For the nigga that tried to dis us, we know he's the dumber one



When you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the lookout



Cause we gather more hungry crowds than a cookout







[Hook: Mr Lawnge (Emage)]



(Summa the time)



I like to tour around the world



(Summa the time)



I'm chilling hard with my girl



I like to wake late



For summer heat's sake



Listen to the fat beats we make



And chill on a summer break







[Dres]



It's the summer blitz, dips with pretty lips



Bros with or without doe flip for hits



Yo, microphone check one, be no other heap-topping



I rock a flock and mock, Sheep-Sheep rocking



Sonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be fly



Money making, really there's a ribbon in the sky



For One Love, I'm kicking my diction less the fiction



Non-believers thought me hiking and fishing



Now I spike them like a Viking



Wildstyle, like summer in Astoria



Way back my peoples made Ajax join the Warriors



Back when park jams found me trying to see the band



Until parties in the centre saw DJs as the man



A bird, a plane, feel the breeze changing lanes



I put a chill in your veins, even on a crowded train



I’m cool, more cool than Morris dropping Time



-Less legit hits for some ones in ninety-nine



Since a long time ago, I’m getting mine



Put the 'genuine' in genuine, son, I shine







[Hook: Dres (Emage)]



(Summa the time)



I'm taking respect, do you copy?



(Summa the time)



I'm whyling with my baby boy Papi



I'm with the Lawnge one



Running, ripping up tracks un-



'Til the summer skill that we flex



Says it's time to chill



(Summa the time)