"SUMMER TIME"
II TRU featuring Ken Dawg
Summer time. Time to kick back. Relax your mind.
When the spokes gleam in the sunshine, you know it's summer time, high.
Brina:
I know you done heard about these ballers. We puttin' it down 'til
ya platinum. Mo Thugs debut, respresentin' the Land we the bomb-ass
album. We out, comin' in the door, raised to the game of the streets,
tryin' to come up on millions. This game, we play for keeps.
Straight from the underground, bum rush Cleveland, tunnel to the industry.
Trues roll deep from coast to coast, gotta that money. Break
any show off the real, recognize we show-stoppers, II Tru's comin' to get
ya fools. Chart-toppers, gotta put the 9-7 perimeter lock down, show
these playa haters the greatest family ya found. We put it down worldwide.
We know about trues, keep ya bobbin' your head by makin' major moves.
Summer time. Time to kick back. Relax your mind.
When the spokes gleam in the sunshine, you know it's summer time, high.
Jhaz:
Never been no lame. Always been true game. Roll thick with
the Mo Thug click and a sack, man. Game for days, see by the pennies
selects, puttin' it down for the Land on this track for Krayzie. Play
me on the north and the east, too, west coast, and the south (?) did to II
Tru, proved that we was hard on Family Scriptures. Now, hit ya with
this New Breed thang, settin' it off, off the rippa, get ya hands up for
the new breed. Crack the top on the Hen, fire up the green. Floss
in the hood, peep the vibe, kick back relax, do it up for the summer time.
Summer time. Time to kick back. Relax your mind.
When the spokes gleam in the sunshine, you know it's summer time, high.
Ken Dawg:
It's continuous play, coast to coast, game I wax. Won't you relax?
Sit back, and lay my head against you, crack inhale the barbecues,
early morning get the ribs burnin', thangs turnin', lick your tonsils on
the bourbon. Is we hurtin' these boys off a platinum debut? You
gotta come new, oh, where the old school? II Tru and Ken Dawg, 9-7,
summer time, maintainin' these last days by movin' up the grind. Niggas
dyin' while I'm on this hella chase tryin' to avoid those who hate. Can
you relate? We can all get paid and ride drops this summer. If
the cops try to stop us, slide and roll the chumps.
Summer time. Time to kick back. Relax your mind.
When the spokes gleam in the sunshine, you know it's summer time, high.
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