Summer, summer, summer time. Summer, summer, summer time. Summer, summer, summer time. . Well listen Summer time in the city. Now niggas ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy.
Baby girl, I salute, salute you. For always bein' truthful, truthful. It may sound lame but I truly adore you. And listen I will always go out for you.
Verse 1: Peter Gunz. It been a long time comin, but I came. Coulda drove a nigga crazy, but I sane. Been a lotta fun, lotta pain. Lotta shit changed, I use to hop trains.
Intro:. Blackstreet: Peter Gunz (Gunz),. Lord Tariq (Riq),. Blackstreet (street),. in the house, its a mix (mix),. ugh (ugh), yea ugh (ugh),. the Gunz (Gunz).
This is stricly for the ladies, no ifs ands or maybes. We can chill together but hold on the babies. Let's have fun with this, I stand thunderous. Any girl I get I work wonders with.
Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher. Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher. Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher. Here we go, so pay attention to the teacher.
(speak the peace. Then slide like grease) --> dida. . (rock to the beat, get wreck on the regular) --> grap lover. . (that's right) --> biz markie. . [ verse 1: lord finesse ].
God bless the child that can hold his own. Against the man with the plan who got the whole spot sewn. The type that's known to set the tone. Just pass the microphone, I have the whole spot blown (repeat 2x).
[lord finesse]. Hear the crowd, and get the stage set. You still got time, so put a tape in your tape deck. Sit down, relax, as I drop facts. Rhymes attract the crowd once I got em down pat.
Aw yeah, I got brothers from around the way in the house, you. Know what I'm saying? Yo check it out, check it out. I got my man Shel-Rumble in the house.
[lord finesse]. Check it... It's all real in the nine-fo'. Shorties kaught up in the system. Just close your eyes... Picture a ghetto - break it down.
Yeah yeah, we cold in effect for '92. Yo showbiz, let's take 'em uptown. Word, we gonna do this right just about know, know what I'm saying?. I'm gonna do this.
[lord finesse #1]. Yeah, what's up finesse?. . [lord finesse #2]. Aw yeah! what's up, money?. . [lf1] just tripping on how girls used to be flipping last year.
My main focus, bust up your cerebellum at a hella rate. First tell 'em, wait, you're not gonna see me kick 30 freestyles rhymes. And watch your ass regenerate lines, I rejuvenate.
When you think Lootpack cannot make a difference. We'll come and break down your whole circumference. Entering your atmosphere, B-boy style. Thus we're the dopest MCs on earth.
I could paint a pretty picture, of pigment of pain and scriptures. Of bitches eyes on your riches. Black tainted love in them mixtures. Ah, it's like Picasso, in this bitch.
No matter what color it comes out of the darkness. Its been hyperreal yall been super regular. . CHORUS. . Speak it like I live it. Like I feel it cause I love it.
Back in the days I made up my mind. That I would be a king, you know, genuine. Reign supreme at the top of the heap. And like working all day, no time to sleep.
Uncle. Rippin' the microphone. And blowin the stage apart.. These MC's ain't got no heart,. They need to quit before they start.. Shakin' and breakin' 'em down..