Summertime

Set's up high, bitches and whips topless, no ceilings

They pitchin' that Helen Mirren

It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick)

Block burning, G's banging on the beach, white Ts, no-sock shit

Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock

Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system rattlin'

But battle-ready cuzzo got the heavy metal

Tucked to haggle for the Fendi watches

Watch it, everyone observe the color

Of the block where they walkin', watch how they walkin'

See her at the payphone code-talkin'

She got them high shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin'

So the lay of the block

Maintain, as long everybody play they role, and not

Try to step on somebody else's line

But when they do, the critic quick to put a clip in a nine

A motherfucker will die in the summertime

Low-lows clown on they pogo bounce

When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down

Homies smoke that loud till they choke, fall out

And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em

'Cause them women so fine in the summertime

Turn a six to a dime in the summertime

Motherfuckers still die in the summertime

It happens all the time in the summertime

Hold the liquor, it's a avalanche comin'

A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin'

And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em?

When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin'

I came to represent for the Likwit Empire

Tha Liks, Esquire, with about six priors

It's been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire

And I won't stop rockin' till your nigga expire

I-uh gut the mic with the negative hype

Any steelo or fashion, I'm a negative type

Write whatever you like, starts day into night

Paragraphin', how you have it, I be crashin' your sight

As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes

Toss up you niggas tryna peel my stripes

Killas don't fright, but, hold up, here's the truth

Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga

Low-lows clown on they pogo bounce

When they slow-mo 'round, make the hoes go down

Homies smoke that loud till they choke, fall out

And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em

'Cause them women so fine in the summertime

Turn a six to a dime in the summertime

Motherfuckers still die in the summertime

It happens all the time in the summertime

Dice game, rice rocket, pipe-laying, sidewalkin'

Ides drinkin', wine-talkin'

Where that Fernet, though? (Right?)

Price-payin', eye sockets, dry-makin', fire-lockin'

Flypaper, skyrockets, scare residentials

Donuts in the cul-de-sac

Photos at the intersection show 'em knock Coronas back

Flipping off the pigs and breaking mirrors 'cause he own it, Jack

And he on about half a pill, and he don't wanna yack

So he keep it rollin' like that dice game

Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay

Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice, like they ain't narcs

Roll a seven; guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven

Cars parked, ring alarms, homies stop bettin', just for a second

Then start it up again like resurrection, they count their blessings

Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection

Pause, laugh it off or get a weapon

Low-lows clown on they pogo bounce

When they slow-mo 'round, make the hoes go down

Homies smoke that loud till they choke, fall out

And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em

'Cause them women so fine in the summertime

Turn a six to a dime in the summertime

Motherfuckers still die in the summertime

It happens all the time in the summertime