Cold 187um - Summer Days lyrics
What's up homes? Welcome to the catacombs We seduce the microphones, bless the chron - got me in a zone Just another Saturday night at the spizot We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru's Ride the summer groove The incense enhance the hoes deliverance n***as takin a chance - askin for that lap dance But see these females, they ain't strippers, don't flip But your money back in your pocket You ain't got to tip Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs And most people ain't never seen a table full of bud See members in my backyard Members at my door Members down the street bout to sell this s**a n***a - 64 A little barbecue while we get our groove on The homey loop a beat, I'm a lace somethin smooth on em My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz People servin them eight figures in the land of records In California lifestyle, you can't ignore the crime So n***as stand in line for the life and times Get your grind on See I never forget (Those summer days) Homey gettin they back up Finna get me sack on n***as gettin they stack on Junkies gettin they crack on Hoez stay cuz they wanna play (Those summer days) b**hes gettin they game on Homeys gettin they bang on n***as gettin they slang on b**hes gettin the jank on I'm in here coolin ready to shake em n***a what they hittin foe? Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store Females are comin through Ready to kick it with the crew I like them Barbie Coast hoes Touchin they toes for them dollar bills And when it's drama - best believe it be on Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown Because I once knew a n***a who tried to trip one night But he didn't know where the f** he was cuz I lit him up like a light Cuz I know n***as from Ghost Town n***as from Sin Town (whoop whoop) Even them n***as from the Islands know that we ridaz ? in the other room breakin n***as, slappin bones On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper To tame n***as, the same n***as that was cool an hour ago Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo Or is it that b**h that ready to go home When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up Mad cuz he got stuck Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep We understand your agony of defeat Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen We come strapped ready to tap that a** - tell a friend And say you heard it from some k**ers Some big wheel dealers Out to check a mill of em That's why I never forget (Those summer days) Playaz get your swerve on Homeys gettin they herb on b**hes gettin they perm on Riches gettin they serve on {female singing} Hoes stay cuz they wanna play Those summer days n***as gettin they quote on Homeys gettin they swole on Riders gettin they roll on Players get your flow on {singing} those summer days Those summer days Remember those summer days Those summer summer Sunday Summer days