Summer '99

It's like 100 degrees, you can fry an egg on a rock
Fire hydrant spewing out the liquid and it's on the block
Circus man and mister softee making rounds
I'm jus thinkin, I could make a meal, just need some bacon now
Its the 90's, memory ain't that nice to act like
I can say the right year, but you can, if you tune in, you just might hear
I'm jus a kid, living carefree
Sitting barely hyperactive, never been in chairs, we
Flying by like Jordan in the wind, lift with air breeze
Smell the pollen of the flowers, ditch the sting of their bees
Mario cart like a nascar driver, and smash bros
Who the heck the splash bros?
I kno Kobes Afro
And bill Clinton was the president
Life was heaven sent, and It was evident
Staring at the stars, feel the fresh breeze
Memories like that have never ever up and left me
Uhn, I just breathe

I want Summer, I love summer
Vibrant, feel the vibe of summer
I love summer, I need summer
Shining sun, yup I mean summer
I want Summer, I love summer
Dog days, its my kind of summer
I love summer, I love summer
Infinite supply of summer

My sweat hits the hot pavement
We all outside, houses on the block vacant
This a top statement
It's in the air but I don't recognize the hot fragrance
But in a few I will develop all my pot cravings
That was summer, then, this is summer now
The blunt is out, we Rollin up
To puff clouds, find some shade to blaze under
Blades, gutters, wraps, papers, and bud nuggets
Cartoon smoke hand expanding, man don't run from it
Jus heed the The green that be coming in an abundance
Breathe in the trees, like degrees, jus keep it 100
Let the Rays hit you, if you the Bronx bombers
Never let it happen, gotta win, cuz that's a grave issue
Nah we ain't playing with you, it's a whole new ball game
I knock it out the park, subways series and it's light vs dark
Yanks vs mets, handle the business, ain't no sweat
Nah we can't forget



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Writer(s): Gaffney Pierre
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