the summertime, the street's in the mix So pound the pavement and get your kicks Dance to the beat till you fall on your face So rap and slap and kick the bass
, them know we flow With the lyrical content that make them dip low and Make the club keep jumpin Turn up the bass make we here when it pumpin. Summertime
: Bring it Whoo! Unh, unh, unh, unh Hoo cah cah Hah hah, hah hah [mimicking bass line] Bicka bicka bow bow bow, bicka bow bow bump bump What, what, what
on the sun In the summertime, the streets and the mix So pound the pavement and get your kicks Dancin' the beat till your on your face So rap the slap and kick the bass
beat like drum tracks Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass
clothes on the hanger The last man standing with the vest and the banger Desperate to delegate, peep me on the magnavox Channel fox, telecommunicate Match money like socks, summertime
(T. Gray/ D. Martin/ M. Fuller/ D. Joshua) It's summertime, it's so hot I'm wearing shorts a tank top and flip flops I see birds flying in the blue sky
grill, summertime jam Just about a mile above the Pickwick dam Party on the water, whole lotta fun Time to make a Tennessee River run I'll get my bass
and up to par And then you're doing it wit the R Keep doing it, you keep doing it wit the R In the Summertime, pockets bulging Somethings's happening
choose Em c am em c am d Chorus just like joe meek's blues, just like joe meek's blues It's a twisted world so let's twist again There's a bass
em. And, if you were REALLY REALLY lucky, then Ms. DeDe "this bass is taller than I am" Vogt would be there to provide a stylin' bass line and to point
don't let em tell you anything but know what's right summertime sun and heat you can taste ashes and strings and Adam's bass in the east bay in the summertime
written by Kate Wolf Lucinda Williams vocals/acoustic guitar Ron De La Vega bass Nina Gerber acoustic guitar Sally Van Meter
Catch no shakes over jakes (boomp-boomp!) we bust back Bring the marty to your face wit no place to run back I'm from the slums that created the bass
struggle, they already at war [Chorus] So much on my mind I just can't recline Blastin holes til the night bled sunshine Breathe in... Breathe out, Heard the bass
BBQ grill, summertime jam Just a mile above the Pickwick dam Party on the water, whole lotta fun Time to make a Tennessee River run I'll get my bass
shorties can go to the beach and grow double D's like GOOD JESUS. Let me rub some lotion on your cleavage cause where we live summertime lasts about four
Bring it Whoo! Unh, unh, unh, unh Hoo cah cah Hah hah, hah hah [mimicking bass line] Bicka bicka bow bow bow, bicka bow bow bump bump What, what, what
