hundreds to the low 151 got my stomach on the flow Matter fact y'all can't fuck wit da go Kayne wit da hot track, Shawna wit da flow Most of y'all bitches
who drove a log train Way down in the southland, in old Alabama We lived in a place that they call Chapmantown And late in the evening, when the sun was low
life, And in the summer time, Feel the heat all through the night, Nowhere in the world, Can you find a kinda girl like, New York City gurls we're unforgettable
let my fitted sit high Cause I am really on my grind Kat Williams flow bitch this pimpin' all the time you singing ass rap niggas simpin' all the time
and a blender, low key in a rental, with dem thangs in da fender, see I full time grind january to december, put that snow in da summer got it lookin
Kevin braids, we got four in the 'Lac As we swoop at Warp Seven, holler don't crowd cats 'Cause look corpie is the color and butter he do it low All
'em and say hi and they greet you like "Hey guy" Whattup though Nickel, Jah, Tre', X, and Cut Throat My brethrens all veterans all throwin up sevens When we
on a curve I serve it like a tennis ball straite up the minice y'all I position and competition and when I finish y'all Can clear the collin' and call the corrin tell him next again We
be my idea of a perfect trip but, thats what life is man life is just beautiful we need to be more appreciative what we have its just, i take it all
friend of mine You stood for somethin', ugh Tupac, Biggie, oh how we miss you so We want y'all both to know we really love you so Eh yo, I'm Gucci down
slang), these motherfuckers gonna watch the Little Rascals When I say I bust my shit, believe it all the way And the summer times where the Chochas
all gon do now Y?all fucked up now We the nicest niggas around Y?all fucked up now Ayyo, what y?all gon do now Y?all fucked up
brighter I'm rolling down valley and Cali in a candy low rider Little kids on bicicletas, licking on paletas that they got From the ice cream man in the summer time
shit Most the time we loading clips Otherwise we holding chips Hittin' scores, kickin' doors Pimpin' whores, rollin' whips So we dip skunk and we slide
low, get cake, whip all over the state Stash dough, whip yay with, right amount of bake (Hoe!) Nigga too close went right around his place (Yo!) You stoppin' dough when we
I kiss your cheek tell you not this week my shit is low Hit the exit sorry we don't play like that Thought we came to party? nah ma we ain't like that
dro I pop, I roll It's soft I know It's da summer time i betcha ya laffy taffy got me froze Get loose Get low Dont be shy i'm fabo I kno you wanna
some time ago I got no one left to call Summer wasn't bad below the bridge A little short on food that's all Now I gotta get Marie some kind of coat We