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Rhyme for the Summertime

G. Love & Special Sauce

G. Love & Special Sauce

1994

by the fence of the street
With the sex stalls
So many freaks geeks rats
Cool cats and fat girls
I'm that kid lounging in my own world

Dig daydreaming

Grind Season

Kurupt

Violator: The Album, Vol. 2

2001

drop top
Jump off
Watch when summer's round the corner
Sneakers and boots
Jeans for the troops
The plus trees
But never chick by any means for some

couldn’t quit it, 
And I’m still sittin on top of the world like a astronaut, no greater feelin than haters sick about the cash you got, 
Y’all be

could tell just by the vibes
I knew it off the rip
I would slip
And I did
I did everything I can
And they say the world is small
Cause it's sittin in my

saggin'
Who attract attractive women a slap (damn)
Just so happens that his Mac
Is converted to rappin'
His satisfaction when he serves
Up his lyrical

how you
Played it, fuck it, i'm still
Same nigga that was sittin' on top
Prolly damn near out your mind
If you think I'ma stop
Baby, i'ma keep it solid

Swan Lake

Blackalicious

Golden State of Mind

2001

Verse One: Gift of Gab 
Sittin on top of the bay, watchin the tide 
It's time to break the tension away, come take a ride 
As you enter

depict in their gangsta fairy tales
Like instigators that don't start shit
I better connected than apartments multiplied by condominiums
My lyrics be that

a request
Fuck a drama nigga we blessed
Top gunna when it's recess
Quicker then a V-TEC
Liquor and the weed check
Forgive me Ima sin next
Hated on
By most

And I’m only 20 now
Got hella time to... do this
From the days of sitting on my ass
Watching how everyday
Passed
Me
By
I didn’t have a vision
I am not like

rebound shots cuz I'm always strapped
Count it down, I need a hunnid back
Got a hunnid cats, with a hunnid macs
No Apple Store gon fuck with that
Gon need

the rude one this time
You gotta problem
Then fuck you 206 times
To the tip top
Of the hit line
Imma get mine
Eye for an eye
Make the whole world blind

Wooh
So you know I don't play
I keep a Kay like a jeweler
So no misspelling my name
I get respect on a daily
By putting rappers to shame
I put these

got my wings
Hella small circle only got five fuckin friends
And they go by Ben Jah Min Frank Lynn, Ay
Yea it's a cold ass world dont let nobody fool ya

To make me come out my pants
I don’t care about your Gucci belt or hat
Boy, you is whack
Think designer get your dick wet
Boy, design some fucking mac
Sad,

Pick me that white girl
The one
That rob Whitney
Off white pearls
Please come and get me
Come in my world
But please come gently
Ofifty buck fifty
Fuck

with logs
Had a Giga Pet, Furby, Yak-Bak
Whole lot of pogs
Heads Up, 7 Up,  level up
Mario lava flow like Bowser
Pac Mac records all they said was wow

past the T.D. Jakes, by the grace of God made it 'cross the County Line, high and out' my right mind, didn't get no County time, everythang fine

of weather
That bitch talk down, get hit up
I cannot fuck with a phony ass nigga
Yeah, I'm on the top of the world with my hittas', yeah
Run up bitch get done

And get it,
By any means
I’ve been rapping since about my early teens
Fitted caps were cool,
Rocking my denim jeans
It was all love and fun
Now my future

just like the Spartacans
Knew I was that pressure
Chain smoking
I need to spark again
Pull up with that pack
Top back, I'm double parking it
Watching for

It's february, now I listen to nelick
Went back to my lil city, mac lesggy in my ears
Then I saw old friends, couldn't believe it
Forgot there were

Follow me now yo cut wrist
Let's make a deal I want yo soul
I promise you won't gret shit
Take yo pain bring hell all up on this world
I got you

flawless I'm stained, sorry momma I've changed,

I thought the Lord had opened the skies

But all he did was open my eyes

I see the world for what it is