Lyrics:
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Well, they can watch me fuck it up all in one night
I'm in my city in the summer, camo'd out
Leather booted, kissing bitches in the club
They
to Xbox
Basically what I'm sayin' is nigga you
Gotta change wit' the game
I ain't playin'
Ayo! Ayo! 40 belows, little deuce deuce in it
I been a hustler
Hit
to live this way, like every day is a holiday.
At the harvest time, when the work is done.
And I celebrate by worshiping the earth and the sun
We always
a weekend, 40 killings in a week
Man the summer too hot you can feel it in the street
Welcome to Sunday service if you hope to someday serve us
We got green in
Caruso comes in at 1:40 - (good in-point for actual track at around 2:40)
Note: music is “tucked under” as if we are hearing it from one side of a door
living
With a household income of 40 grand and below reported a job loss
The unemployment rate between February and April
Increased by 12 percent for women
on my mother
Money makin' motherfucker, car crack every summer
Remember we did a couple moves, then we rented out a fuckin' Hummer
We said that we
her titty
All alone in the house
We were playing house by ourselves
(Don't tell nobody)
Go play with David
David's gay
And he's trying to get me to play
in paradise together
I'll come over to your palace, and we party over there
Because what else could paradise be
But the best of whatever it is people
apart like an angry sea
Keep you warm like a summer breeze
It's all we've got in a cold cold world
Is to love someone
Body wishes
Body wishes
you say things
And how you evolving by doing the same thing?
I'm here for the culture we ain't on the same team
Making discs no DVD
Laugh out loud like
Rogers
Or DVD by Ashara Kwesi
And let your soul roam free
Amos Wilson told us
In the 70's of black poverty
Dreamz
Dreamz are realities that we see
I
Tais
40's on the corner sip Coronas on the plaza
Living for the day cause we ain't promised no manjana
Highly concentrated so relate it, Blakah
I speak
Do you even remember the thoughts that I say
Summer nights in December, just talking away
Watching you lose your temper over stupid games
All
things
Fans by the boat load in places i never bean
We lookin forward to the money that we bouta make
Rinse and repeat a couple years then we gone get it
socially at my expense what’s the picture
Pathetic political moves that misinterpret the scripture
My people getting caught by bullet spirals and viruses
That be ten marks
Do you have a sand-fish here?
Sand-fishie?
The eye's ten marks
The fishie is forty
Hey!
Hey, listen!
Jawohl!
The people in your
bedroom had a bedroom, my wrist be dancin'
The flyest that's livin'
We live and die by the kitchen
Choppin' on dishes, rack the puff in
Ambition bitch we
ready to die in the ride
I wish the summer's vibe could've lasted forever
To bad we had to have a change in that weather.. that shit was beautiful
of entertainment meets the lust for blood and demerits, cutters of the pie throw your summers in the sky, collar pop jolly roger, die motherfucker die, apache
you what to be
Oh no , oh no not me
But if mankind is to suvive
The people left alive
They're gonna have to build this World anew
Yes and we will have
to Roll, so I'm taking you back to school days of autumn
Before the bottom dropped out in 2K
By the dawn of the new millennium we saw bright chains
Never thought we'd have a song like this
Like this, OK
The other comforter, everytime I went to sleep
It's too bad that we had to end the dream
It
the summer sun
For the nigga that tried to dis us, we know he's the dumber one
When you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the lookout
Cause we gather more
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