Frayser Boy - It's Da Summa Tyme lyrics

(D.J. Paul) Yeah, the hoes gonna come out to dis one boy We gon' let y'all know how we do it in da south man With the motherf**in golds in our mouth In da summa time, we get washed up Then we gotta get glocked up, yeah DJ Paul. Juicy J. Fr-Fr Fr-Fr Frayser Boy (Frayser Boy) 9:30 in tha morning, n***a'still yawnin' Roll me up a blunt, cause a n***a is jonein' Picked up my cell phone, checked all my missed calls b**hes playin on my who*e, got a playa pissed off Its another pretty day, but its kinda hot dawg Plenty freaky hoes out, tryin' to get knocked off Little bitty a** shorts, tryin' to show they a** cheeks Love me a freaky b**h, don't like em 'less they nasty Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they cars washed up Hate it for my n***as gotta spend they summas locked up Police, yeah they watch us, hope they let us roll by In da Bay its very hot and everybody know why So high, pull da weed needin' me some soul food Boy you finna a BBQ, sh** I'm finna roll through All day ridin', weekends clubin' Blowin' money, shootin' dice, n***a its nothin (Chorus 4x) In da trunk bangin', in da hood hangin' Do it real big, its da summa time ain't it? (D.J. Paul) I come from the city where they love to ride big rims on errything Keep a unit and some green that's on errything Campaign, cause it ain't no thang when its on mayne Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty cause we Chrome mayne Up at noon, I fire 'ah blunt up for my breakfast Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies with tha creases Liquor store, gotta get some more, cause the last last night Hit up 'Cris, gotta get some 'yo or it won't be right Rep the hood, nuttin' special, this what we always do But its sumthin' about when the sun is out it make ya feel so new I'm washed up, I'm glocked up 'bout to trip on woahs and 2 liters get it yerked up Ya'll know how we do, when we do what we do, do? We do us and only us and so much you need to do You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with stunt mens and buildings We grillin' and k**in' and choppin' it up with all that security, ya hear me (Chorus 4x) In da trunk bangin', in da hood hangin' Do it real big, its da summa time ain't it? (Juicy J) Haters wanna see me fall, b**hes wanna see me ball Ridin' Maybach with tha strizzap in my lap Im at the mall, spendin' like I wanna spend Ghetto fab and Memphis Tenn Some of these ma'f**as think they tough Some like 'Cris up in they cup Always on yo main b**h Why you wanna hate on this Maybe cuz she chew me up, gobble nut and never spit And if my record sales drop, you still dont have to give me props Talk is cheap, gonna face me n***a I'm still gonna always make these millas