Summertime

[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]

Summertime, summertime, mh-mh, summertime

Warm breeze, state of mind

Kinda peaceful, you can feel it in the air

The time of year when the Earth gets nearer to the sun

And the temperature rises

And people she'd their winter disguises

Girls in short shorts, dudes in bermudas

Shootin to the beach on Honda scooters

For some fun in the sun while the daylight last

Other people just layin out on the grass

Gettin Saint Tropez with the band that's ol

And the heat beatin down bakes the troubles away

It's like that, the warm weather is here

But summertime only come once a year

So I'ma make sure I got on the freshest gear

And sport the type of girlie make ya stop and stare

And sweat, cause that's the type to get

All you gotta do is play yourself correct

Throw on some shades, to get with the sport

To clock cuties all day and not get caught

Hop in a ride, drop the top

Let the system pump until the record stop

Kick back, relax, ease your mind

Savour every minute of the summertime

[ CHORUS: Lady Of Rage ]

Ooohh, I like summer

He-e-heeey

In the summertime

I wish it was summer

He-e-heeey

All the time

[ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]

Summertime, 95 in the shade

Coolin with a icey cold glass of lemonade

Quenchin my thirst, got my shades on too and

As girls walk by, you know what I'm doin

Sneakin a peek on a freak on the sly tip

Hail a cab, take a trip to the beach

Soak in some rays

Break out the Pepsis, the Frito Lays

Set up my blanket with mellow drama

See the ultraviolet sun like microvave mama

I been dyin to meet, so I get to my feet

Step to her, get the digits, and my day is complete

Break down my set up, and head back home

Call the female on my cellular phone

Beat around the bush to keep it stimulatin

Don Juan love rap, and get to conversatin

Hot and heavy on the birds and the bees

Get her address, head like a breeze

Out the door, but I can't tell you no more

Cause I left the rest of the rhyme on her bedroom floor

Hop in a ride, drop the top

Let the system pump until the record stop

Kick back, relax, ease your mind

Savour every minute of the summertime

[ CHORUS ]

[ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]

Summertime, lemon lime

Sun goin down, but night time's the right time

To flaunt the tan, the boutique ensemble

And indulge in a deluxe convo

Ice cream sundae with nuts and berries

Makin sure I don't get a drop on my sparies

Of course sportin shades, the frames is torters

Checkin out a cutie in some hyped up high-waters

Holes in the knees, hair blowin in the wind

Lookin so fly, it's a doggone sin

I smile, she smiles back, and I'm cool

I know her name, cause she went to my school

But I don't say it, just play it off and keep walkin

Sometimes eye contact is better than talkin

Or hawkin too hard like you just got back from the joint

Understand my point?

So I get to the record shop, steal an eye in

I'm in the neighborhood, and feel like buyin

Sometin new, like a compact disc

Especially if the music make me feel like this

Hop in a ride, drop the top

Let the system pump until the record stop

Kick back, relax, ease your mind

Savour every minute of the summertime

[ CHORUS ]

I like summertime

In the winter time

It's got to be summertime

In the spring time

It's got to be summertime

In the fall time

It's got to be summertime