Street Pharmacy - Old Time Beat lyrics

[Chorus] Livin' for that summer sun out here in the heat Give me something gold, give me that old time beat [Verse 1: Ryan Guay of Street Pharmacy] She was golden like the sun, not orange like a tan That was faked from a bottle, topless model in the sand From the poster on the wall, bikini centerfold; Her hands Seem to cover up the areas that often make a man A little crazy, it's hazy, I think her name is Daisy Me and G and Ian B. thought she was cla**y like Mercedes It's hotter than in Hades outside, I'm feeling lazy But as the single one it's almost implied, I shout “Hey ladies!” Like its back in '89 and I'm in Paul's Boutique We spin The Beasties, Tribe and Dre, that sh** is on repeat We spark a fire on the beach and start strummin' the guit While Terry drops a funky beat, we'll make your summer complete [Chorus] Livin' for that summer sun out here in the heat Give me something gold, give me that old time beat [Verse 2: James M of Donny Yonder] Give me the sun and a song to write and I'ma live a longer life A diamond shines brightest when you hold it in the light On Some days I wish that I could steal the sun rays I love a sun kissed misses and summer time kisses On with the business, reach the sand, feeling right Joint in my left hand, drink in my right It's all for love though, loving those who down with the same vibe So aim high, don't matter age, sk** or frame size We're all on the same ride, didn't notice where we're going So when the sun shines I try to focus on the moment Hope that it stays forever now that I've seen it come Cause that's where I belong in the sweet summer sun [Chorus] Livin' for that summer sun out here in the heat Give me something gold, give me that old time beat [Verse 3: Gianni ‘Luminati' Nica**io of Walk off the Earth] Just like them old times Ganja high, Tequila wit dat salty lime Girls ‘pon the dance floor, short skirts, hands in sky The reggae band gonna hit the stage, your distress gonna disengage Street Pharm ripping up the stage, gonna need more lemon pledge There's something about those sunny hours that I don't know, just makes ya wanna kiss some Bodies be steaming hot like edamame Oh yeah oh yeah, oh yeah, the party's moving back stage Naughty, you ain't gotta go home So don't go, I threw away the keys to your car You ain't gotta go home So just listen to the beer bottle slide on guitar [Chorus] Livin' for that summer sun out here in the heat Give me something gold, give me that old time beat