Cool Summer

Yo in the summertime heat

When the pulse is back

You get to bumpin the beat

Hear me attackin the track - i lack

Nothing at all, got the baddest gear

Swoopin’ in the cruiser, bringin up the rear

I keep it current, keep it coming correct

I feel the burn for the hustle like the sun on my neck

But yo i gotta play it cool like xylitol

When the honeys get to layin out like wall-to-wall

I wanna knock it out the park like a little leaguer

Cuz the girls get choosy when the boys get eager

My funds are too meager to gas my ride

But ladies say that i’m fly when i cycle by

That’s why i get on down til the early morn

Leave two grass angels on the neighbors lawn

They call me b-i-g s-p double o- n

Don’t believe me dude? you better check wit yo girlfriend

It’s so good, it’s so good when you can take off the hoodie

It’s alright – summertime

In my hood, in my hood ain’t nobody can thrill me quite like

A cool cool summer

I got a fresh pair of double-d batteries in my boombox

Whole block comin’ down with that sound

Of the cs-summertime some are fly, some are hot

Time to take you on a critical ride

Alright alright, sunshine to nine

And we got all night to do just what we like

And we like whatever feelin’ right

Ain’t clappin’ no caps just clap to the beat

Of the lyrical ice cream truck, bringin y’all the treats

And the honeys all lookin’ so good

In the back of the yard, the back of the car

Forget about the bed we sleepin’ underneath the stars

I’m from the city of reno, where we getting’ mad dough

Closin escrow on this mad track, so stand back

Back to the song of yo summertime crush

We crack the can, did you pack a lunch?

Now if i can drop a verse then i can pick it back up

Like usain bolt, i’m gonna tear this track up

So get get to stepping like it’s double double dutch

The summer time style is too much to touch

I be that dumpster jumper with a farmer’s tan

Throwin out mc’s like a garbage man

We bout to blow the roof off your party van

And when we wake up in the morning we just start again

We gonna take it to the streets on the equinox

Summer jams comin out yo speaker box

Yo this ain’t a yard sale, but we’ll clean yo clocks

And break the windows on the block like a box of rocks

And yo the sun don’t set on the noise we make

We came to blow this party up like yellow cake

Yeah maybe i’m dirty, but i’m still the bomb

And tonight we gonna party like it’s ramadan

I’m from the church of funk here to bring you the news

We got the cure for the summertime blues

You got the need for the word of truth

They seein’ the power in these 1’s and 2’s

Mista neva i’m feelin the feva

Hold up yo head let me relieve ya

Preach on y’all, til y’all believers

The hook, the line now here’s the sinker