Verse 1 - Yes, yes y'all summertime is here, mos def Time for pum-pums, tank-tops and all that mess Blessed to see the ladies shining all on the Ave. Hot days, cool pools, cool nights, hot baths No school (At least for many), hard work (hardly any) But regardless, there's the drinks and the sun And yo, there's plenty to do, just hit the mall with your crew (that's right) Later on hit the club (yo) and wild for the night Street fests all around in and outta your town Rec sports, basketball, baseball on the mound I'll take to back to licking Icee's while they dripped on your kicks Everybody got along from the burbs to the bricks Pixie sticks, licking lips, and quarter bags of chips Boomboxes on the crates blasting nothing but hits Mr. Softee and Good Humor stop in all of the hoods If you don't love the summer, then it's time you should (C'mon)
Chorus - We can party in the summertime Ladies sexy, hair, nails and toes are tight Hustlers trappin, sippin, and gettin' right Bring the heat, y'all, in the summer time
Verse 2 - The god is reminiscent of a star shining in your face like the sun Summertime, more drinks, less clothes, more fun Hot whips, fly chicks, hard tips, new hits Mo' shows, mo flows, mo dough to hold We out of control, this is how we roll in the heat Less clothes means there's more guts that need to beat Get on your feet, and go hit the floor one time Sip your Mo, sip yo 'Tron, sip yo brew, sip yo wine And just shine, soak in the rays from up high Take a breath from the sky, let the inhibitions fly Just glide through the season like the rum in your throat Bahama mama's and Bacardi, fly women, no coats Just the best of the flesh, left to bless and undress Release the stress and all the mess, push B.S. to the left (It's only three months for most) That depends on your coast But you can still light up the grill, blaze the grub and just roast.
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Verse 3 - (So what you sayin?) Grab the one you wanna chill with, alright? Hit the beach, hit the club, hot days and hot nights Hit the courts just for sport, chill with fam and recline But treasure every second lovely, ‘No Doubt’, yo let’s rewind (So what you sayin!?) Grab the one you wanna chill with, alright? Hit the beach, hit the club, hot days and hot nights Hit the courts just for sport, chill with fam and recline But treasure every second lovely, Summertime
