T-K.A.S.H. - Give the Summer Drums lyrics

[Intro: Paris] 89.5 KPOO in the city by the bay, hard truth soldier radio Black owned and still strong, still got it goin' on San Francisco California, bringin' it back with old school slaps, still puttin' in on ya Representin' Freedom Justice and Equality, believe [Verse 1: Paris] Guerrilla Funk in the buildin', no straps on us We hit the function and chill, a pro-Black moment We tryin' to bubble for real, a mo' scratch moment The opposite of k**a with backbone it's on Sunshine, Northern California summer time Grillin' somethin' other than swine, bustin' rhymes I didn't see one crime so wasn't no one time It's fun time, old school vets lacin' young minds I ain't talkin bout no murderin' blacks I'm talking learning and encouraging blacks Man we bringin' that encouragement back Still respectin' the new school dudes and they YouTube views I'm pushin' the 6-9, they pushin' the scraper We at park and its crackin', my patnas doin' it major Cold weather in the fall, but for now we loungin' Summertime in the Bay and when it's good is astoundin' Give the summer drums [Hook] Gangstas, hustlas, none of that is among us Just real life vets and youngstas Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime In the sunshine, nothin' up in the gun line Give the summer drums [Verse 2: Paris & T-Kash] Laid back, way back Marvin Gaye track on a 8 track, day to relax That's how we do it on this West Coast Barbeque and Domino's, homie let's go Unity and togetherness, let the rest go We on that elevate, come on brother, let's toast Kick that black on black violence out and shut the door behind it Rewind it back to good times from the Bay to LA, back to Sac Neighborhood superstar, block hero Neighborhood animosity, I got zero It's like that when you really reppin' for the people P-Dog, Tomie Kash, "Better Days" sequel Shot to 43rd Street but it ain't lethal Respected in Oakland for change and remaining peaceful Yappin'. No blappin' in my rappin' A smile on my mask when I'm askin' "What's happenin'?" [Hook] Gangstas, hustlas, none of that is among us (Hey) Just real life vets and youngstas (That's right) Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime In the sunshine, nothin' up in the gun line (Yo) Give the summer drums [Verse 3: T-Kash] Brains all over the streets, brains I'm hopin' to reach Hangin' all over the streets, bangin', I hope it'll cease Change and grow into peace, rainin' with dough in the streets Sprinkle the dough with the yeast, then we get bread, that's how we eat Tomie Kash keep it lit, but without the heat Pull up with them pounds, but I'm only talkin' 'bout the beat Bust it in the air, just a friendly game of 3 on 3 Ain't nobody dead cause it really ain't no reason to be You ridin' with black men that's tapped in to the black men From back then, that's past tense And the straps and the reaction that traps black men Back in the pen, it's back to relaxin' again Did away with the thug livin', strictly gettin' high Realizin' I love livin', tryin' to get it right Unity, job opportunity Community that's through with movin' in these streets foolishly [Outro] Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime Livin' livin' livin' livin' Livin' livin' livin' livin' for the summertime Give the summer drums, son