Summa Tha Time Lyrics - Non-fiction - Black Sheep

We like blowing up the spot 

(Summa the time) 

We're known for fronting, not 

(Summa the time) 

We give our shows all we got, wreck the stage and lots play us 

Like the sun because were hot, hot 

It's Black Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feet 

Catch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street 

Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex 

Forties, my forte Butterfill and four Becks 

That defines Dres, D-R-E-S, no further ado 

I charcoal, broil and foil more than any barbecue 

In the breeze like Lenin, listen when Im beginning 

In Nueva York, better known as kings' dominion 

We're back again, smacking beats across your head and back 

And when you front I'l make you stand out like a fat African 

Peace to all down south, I know it's hot as Hades 

Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the eghties 

Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour went 

I stack mint and think of what? Black empowerment 

I think wife and black child to raise together 

I think about the winter knowing nothing last forever 

In this world things happen at the drop of a dime 

Some things never happen at all, and yes yall 

(Summa the time) 

Im hitting your face like the breeze 

(Summa the time) 

It's like I rip the mic to so many degrees 

Huh, I'm docking it in your port, I'm slamming it in your court 

Me taking the shorts? I'm holding the for'ps, child please 

Some of the time I'm with my crew, some of the time I'm not 

Bouncing down the block, blowing up the spot 

But only when it's hot do I see nuff niggas looking at me 

Displaying signs of jealousy, it means they're still Black With NV 

I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song 

Suckers see me, wanna be me but Im creamy and theyre dead wrong 

To whom it may concern, yo, dont even try, kid 

Because you couldn't see me even if I was your eyelid 

When I rhyme for the summertime, believe I can 

Bring more relief from grief than the Icy man 

Be it your front yard, your stoop or porch 

Like the Kackalackan sun, I'm guaranteed to scorch 

I know it was about time we dropped the now, oh gosh 

We got more niggas rolling up than even at the car wash 

Yeah, we're here to tan that ass like the summer sun 

For the nigga that tried to dis us, we know he's the dumber one 

When you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the lookout 

'Cause we gather more hungry crowds than a cookout 

(Summa the time) 

I like to tour around the world 

(Summa the time) 

I'm chilling hard with my girl 

I like to wake late for summer heat's sake 

Listen to the fat beats, we make and chill on a summer break 

It's the summer blitz, dips with pretty lips 

Bros with or without doe flip for hits 

Yo, microphone check one, be no other heap topping 

I rock a flock and mock, Sheep, Sheep rocking 

Sonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be fly 

Money making, really there's a ribbon in the sky 

For One Love, I'm kicking my diction less the fiction 

Non-believers thought me hiking and fishing 

Now I spike them like a Viking 

Wildstyle, like summer in Astoria 

Way back my peoples made Ajax join the Warriors 

Back when park jams found me trying to see the band 

Until parties in the center saw DJs as the man 

A bird, a plane, feel the breeze changing lanes 

I put a chill in your veins, even on a crowded train 

Im cool, more cool than Morris dropping time 

Less legit hits for some ones in ninety nine 

Since a long time ago, Im getting mine 

Put the 'genuine' in genuine, son, I shine 

(Summa the time) 

I'm taking respect, do you copy? 

(Summa the time) 

I'm whyling with my baby boy Papi 

I'm with the Lawnge one running, ripping up tracks 

Until the summer skill that we flex, says it's time to chill 

(Summa the time)