mama, Chiddy in the spot Where you at pretty lady? Show me what you've got They say, why you rapping for the kids for? I said my clothes come fitted, the Lids store This summer
before another man does I wouldn't want him to steal my love I'm just tryin to be cool, cool, cool (tryn'a be cool) What would you exepct me to do Im
all around Still crazy sets, but you just don't clown I pray L.A. can stay this way It's the first summer I can really say I felt cool, we all chilled
fuckin' cheek Gotta get back for your dead niggas Yeah I'm caught up to [Ice-T] Sometimes I sit and wonder how many motherfuckers gonna die this summer
is how they gon' come at you With silly raps for you, tryin' to distract you In disguise, in the form of a favor The Barzini me, watch for the traitors
ya ass a whole thirty But right now you can get it for a low number The fish scale white, same color my hummer Zone six polar bears never see summer
be like the nights In the summer, in the city In the summer, in the city Cool town, evening in the city Dressing so fine and looking so pretty Cool cat, looking for
[Big Boi] Some of that uh, LTD Lincoln Town Car Some of that El Dorado funk, know what I'm talking about Gangsta Shit, you know, lay back, cool out, yeah
In the silence of your deep In the, oh, oh, hey, yeah, oh, yeah In the summer baby Oh yeah, oh, in the summer baby In the summer baby Ooh yeah Come,
's chambers they gathered for the feast They stab it with their steely knives but they just can't kill the beast Last thing I remember I was running for
, they won't last for all of us But they'll last for a long summer night I can feel the fire in her eyes Tonight, tonight Under satin summer skies Baby
turns But our love remains the same Things come and go Winter, summer, spring and fall Through it all Our love remains the same Things change from year to year, girl But my love for
Mama gets her rocks off watchin' Desperate Housewives Daddy works his ass off payin' for the good life Kids on the YouTube learnin' how to be cool Livin
damn ugg People talkin' down, callin' me a damn sprug Young niggas, all you wanna do is roam free On your own feet, gotta cook your own beef I'm too cool for
gga oh d-ckless n-gga man im runnin with the blucka young money muthaf-cka u bet we gon do our thing well aint it sunny in the summer and we coming for
out with my money Then when Layzie Bone is at it again, another summer Let's have a ball nigga and keep this one blazin' Sweet breeze in the summer
'ma work 'em out over the instrumental Give 'em a criminal rhythm, the lyrical nympho Wanna see the wicked? Better know what you're in for First, the
not, I'm ready for 'em, *** they know I'm ready for them I'm the hardest, I'ma deadly poet, so I'm heated heavy for it Why you lookin' for me *** what
