Summertime ft. Stress The White Boy Lyrics

Yo it's early in the morn seven o'clock on the dot

And today even the devil bitchin' saying it's hot

Throw on the baggy shorts, the Timbs, the tank top

Call my honey, get some money, so I make a bank stop

Now my pockets is thick, drop the top on my whip

Then I pop in my disc and start knockin that shit

Bass bangin, Philly swangin, cats know how I do

Call my crew, what's new? See I'm about to come through

Cause the folks get brown in the sunshine like Roy Ayers

No white T-shirt thugs, we b-boys player

Hip Hoppers that's living the lifestyle

Spittin freestyles, having fun, young and wild

Downtown at The Gallery blowing my salary

Or flexin, rollin out west on 52nd

Or on South Street, see the fly jawns checkin'em

It's like Summertime at The Plat with Jazzy Jeff and'em

Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun

Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun

And we running around spending money having fun

Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it

Uh-huh

Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun

Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun

And we running around spending money having fun

Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it

Uh-huh

Yo I love the city

But sometimes like Bobby Brown I gotta get away

So that's what I'm doing today

We going down to the beach with a beetch on each arm

Word bond you know I need a dime piece to squeeze on

Rockin my flip flops and knockin some Hip Hop

On the way there, love it, dog I wish I could stay here

Everyday all day, my cousin from The Bay

Westside came to visit for a three day stay

Brought the Cali bud, yo my cuz had my mind blazed

Freestylin on the beach, smokin, watching the waves

Nothing like it being able to escape your environment

And as a old man I plan to spend my retirement

Soaking up the sun, feel the breeze in the trees

No freeze, wintertime it's still 80 degrees

I never wanna leave, seasons change and that's a bummer

Through the fall, through the winter to the spring

Here comes the summer

Cause it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun

Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun

And we running around spending money having fun

Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it

Uh-huh

Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun

Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun

And we running around spending money having fun

Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it

Uh-huh

See shorty walking down the block, damnit she bad

Cause in the summertime women all scantily clad

Wearing, next to nothin' shorts huggin on they muffin

Badunkadunk shakin, trunks of funk pumpin

Enough to drive a man insane up in his membrane

Gotta get away I hop myself on a airplane

Down south to the Carolinas

Or a little further down to the Bahamas, the Caribbean mamas

With the, cocoa brown skin, heads rock brown Timbs

All summer long, shorty showing off her thong

Hiked up on her hips with the gloss on her lips

Pedicure to perfection, excuse me miss

On my Luther Van jawn, Who Da Man jawn

Summertime cats be ballin like Keith Van Horn

It's the hardest when it hits the end of august

We gone do it all over next year y'all regardless

In the summertime, time to relax up in the sun

Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun

And we running around spending money having fun

Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it

Uh-huh

Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun

Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun

And we running around spending money having fun

Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it

Uh-huh