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speed, got a pocket full of cash
I won't listen to a thing
Got it all figured out, chasin' money
Fuck a dream (yeah, yeah)
Fuckin' bitches by the twos

life too fast
And I know, that the summer too shall pass
So bring one here (yea)
We'll all say cheers
To the summertime

Everybody wants to party

It's getting cold down here
Really think I'm losing myself down here
Monsters all around
The trigger to my head, they got me walking the plank into

book
That's mean everybody's got a
Different story redefining mine
We got different pages we all hind behind
That's why I make the most of what goes

pinups everybody show love
Better know I'm legit
Bitch I know I'm shit
Bet yo hoe want the dick
On the stage with some hoes
By the pole and it's lit

The future is bright 
The liquor is smooth 
I need that Rollie face Tiffany blue 
You can pick what we do 
Sip mimosa while we sit by the pool 
Or head

huh

Me I don't beg I don't steal I do exactly what I feel
If I can't find a way I make a way without a deal
I'm like Gang Starr and Nas because I got

앞에서 굽신대네 shit is funny
난 알아 니가 가진 돈이라곤 t money
korean rap god i don't need no drums now
no fast flows 느리게 해도 넘사
illybition baby hot like summer time
언제나

know
Cash rules
Bitches giving head in the unisex bathroom
This is hell where the criminals dwell
Half the goons in the club
Just got home from jail

Too many hours would pass by
Not a sound from you

Check
I heard everybody falls in the summertime
I heard everybody calls on the summer line
But

Tell me when the slaughter stops
Niggas dying over coronachs
Everybody crying face drying from them water drops
Anything for they block a damn thing

sipping lean, every rapper got supreme, everybody popping beans (I just want to be G)
Everybody want to trap, every rapper got a pack, OG matter fact (I

to say
Everybody that we name we just wanna say hey

To all my friends 
I just wanna say 
I hope you have a
Great summer break 
I know I will 
Make it

Rotten Apple

50 Cent

Rotten Apple [Clean]

2006

to get it got to get it

This is heroin medicine that morphine flow
My gun go off nigga and everybody know
I hold it down with the pound 3n57 ways

world
There's a whole wide world

(Verse 2: EP of The Doppelgangaz)
Cross the Atlantic with the frantic plans
Manic clans, divine grub, a fine tug with

My new tractor's
Runnin really really fine
And I'm ready to hit the road
And it's feelin' nice
The salty breeze
Flowin' through my hair
Ride along
By

the opi's feelin groovy
Say her name is Keisha everybody call her juicy
Bas Ass mad cash got her plaing boosie Oh
Boss Shit, Boss Man, Boss Up, I can
I do, Do

relationships, sunken by the shipwreckers
Big time steppers get knocked up out they sketchers
I write every song like an outro, I'll never know when my last

of ducks
And jump in the lake where all the hate is
Yeah I'm a cop a Sheriff's Officer to be specific
I'm on the Atlantic coast you'll feel me in the Pacific

knowin yea the dope game is some bullshit
All the hate the blame everybody is a culprit
I ain't got no heart so I think I'm the coldest
When i rob ya car

Im spreading like contagion
You a flop like summers ratings
My flows like summers waiting
Idk what you be saying
I got moves
I got plays
I got moods

Natural High

Sunz of Man

Sunz of Man

1998

got the fire, that gets you higher (natural high, natural high) 

Roamin in the 4-runner all summer 
Laid back, state maps and 8-tracks 
It's great

Soundtrack of the Summer

Straw

Shoplifting

1999

This is the soundtrack of the summer.
Everybody said we were happy going nowhere.
The soundtrack of the summer.
You've got to sing along just to get

to you

Where is everybody
Nobody's swimming
Ain't this the summer baby?
Where is everybody
Got towels when we finish
Ain't this the summer baby?