girl All alone It made me stare You held me captivated And your wondering, across the street Then you sucked me in I couldnt stay away from you Last summer
lost their desire for us I spoke to `em just last night and they said they won't set themselves on fire for us anymore Every summer when the weather gets
race of people is going to survive on the Earth That's what we are talking about, nothing else [Verse 1: Fes Roc] Shots bust in (nothing else), cops
Hot Snows On My Chest When I See This Fly Girl Tried To Get Her Number Then She Tells Me I Already Smashed Last Summer Now High Club G5 Planes Remember
the kids got a chance to live And the O.G.'s got something to give That's love, black on black, that's how they made it And if any busters flip, they
fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah I'm caught up to [Ice-T] Sometimes I sit and wonder how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
be my folder I.N.S. a.k.a. J. Hunter, vocal gunner Known to choke-hold the funky drummer Hunter city tour for the summer The last dog, Wu Forever roar
just thinking of calling on you I'm busted! Lord I'm no thief but a man can go wrong when he's busted The food that we canned last summer is gone and I'm busted
ya data- base, snatch your flavor, call you Gator-rade Trying to get major paid, like the upper class? You can't escape from the wrath, sufferin succatash Bust
callin' on you And I'm busted. Well I am no thief but a man can go wrong When he's busted The food that we packed that last summer is gone And I'm busted
near his ankle you could see his gun) Peep, he parked his Jeep in the back of the slum to check Tanisha, fat ass real fly, with the blonde caesar Vetacini summer
your thug on (come on, come on, come on) Everybody come on Where you been, on tour, niggas get no dumber It's scary; I know exactly what you did last summer
wit a 30 round drummer slit ya throat then we skip out, "I Know What You Did Last Summer" aint nobody fuckin wit Regime niggas bust gats at ya cats makin
than rap Dog, I'm tryin' to destroy the salary cap The Source is happy we came six covers its covered That'll last about May, June well into the summer
-cka U bet we gon do our thing Well ain't it sunny in the summer And we coming for the comers And whoever among us And u kno I'm a bust my ass until my
