summer song That same old song It goes on and on And the radio Keeps sayin' the summers gone But I keep hearing you.... On the radio They're playin' our summer song
Yo yo! Everybody's talking about the good old days [2x] Huh I remember when me and my brothers we used to sit up on the poarch in the summertime and just
the mic back David Letterman even said he like that track man Even though he ain't a rap fan Black radio, they won't play though Ever since "Summertime
gun rap for all my niggaz in the back Stadium packed, linebacker nigga flashback See through yellow lines Rock a fly jersey in the summertime God Magic
? You can call this song the United States Blues Wave that flag, wave it wide and high Summertime done, come and gone, my, oh, my My, my my my, my, oh, my my Summertime
stars that shine are yours and mine The rainbows in the sky are yours and mine The song of springtime the lullaby of fall The sunshine of summertime
you and I could sing this song Take me back Where I hear waterfalls flowing Let me dive into the lake Where winter hides the snow Then comes the summertime
Back, Hands Up, Radio On With my girlfriend, just us, they playing our song and yeah Ain't nothing like a summertime ride Ain't nothing like the summertime
Tonight I'm yours, And you are mine, now. But is it love, Or just summertime, now? Ooh, the time is right, Come hold me tight. Let's grab onto the love
show you just what I got 'Cuz they let me chasing (incomprehensible) Through the same old song So just clap your hands together 'Til they make that sound (Incomprehensible) Yeah, hot runnin' the summertime
To the Hook, to the East, to the Stuy Bushwick and Kanarcy, Farraget, Fullgreen, and Marcy My Flatbush posse, generals of armies When it's time to form, just call me And let this song
, what would we do with our chips? And who was our favorite rappers, it was Nas at the time We would memorize every single bar of his rhymes Summertime
you don't pay attention to what she say about you You better pay attention to what she saying 'bout me It's 98 degrees, blazing hot, I'm at the summertime
the sun touch ya When you blush you turn blue if your grade is right You can light up the whole room, turning day from night When the summertime is
No lie, Doe Or Die, try to take this Stay swift, you can follow if you tailgate Reminiscin' when a nigga used to sell weight Well laced, G.A. in the summertime
to talk about em i aint got to keep a strap in my lap now thank god i can make it with this rap now Chorus x 2 Summertime 1985, granmomma, grandaddy
mysteries without any clues Workin' on our night moves Trying' to make some front page drive-in news Workin' on our night moves in the summertime In the sweet summertime
Sing for you My jabuticaba song Isn't she lovely Like purple rain Walking on sunshine with you (over the rainbow) Quiet nights, quiet stars It's summertime