feeling like summer dont love me but that winter was even colder wen the feds came to rush like damn!!! summer dont love me no more [Chorus] Summer
-own-girl, oh-own-girl) It's still no fightin tonight though homey Geyeah, it's all love tonight [Verse One: Wyclef] My love good for all season, winter summer
-girl, oh-own-girl) It's still no fightin tonight though homey Geyeah, it's all love tonight [Verse One: Wyclef] My love good for all season, winter summer
Do not disturb sign prolly woulda not be found (yeah) If theres one thing I?m giving her, it gotta be back shots (uh) She screaming like she just won the lottery jack
here, head wrapped yeah Im killing niggas, I should have a hundret tattes Celebrate your death, toast bottles and clap beers Its gon be a cold summer
stutta' Fuck da World Straight Outta Compton Muthafucka! [Verse 2] I shine fo' niggas behind bars I ain't got that Diddy glow Black Rows in da cement I got that New Jack
you thought? Them was the only niggaz that rapped in Philly? See them niggaz with the soonies leave you wrapped in Philly Then dash in groups like Beanie Mac in Philly ??? said Curtis Jack
back I am not have to rap Break Harry-O out tell him crack is back That's nine five a bird take half of that Import it, export it in cracker jacks When
She'll suck on my dick if I buy her a rock Doo wah diddy diddy dum diddy doo Got the pussy got the pussy She got jacked she got jacked Punched her face
in askin' why I'm born, I come up blank in the winter in askin' why I'm born, I come up on when I'm on her / Nick: My summer, his summer S.A.: It's
headcrack, the sign of a devil. Trick Six six six, I'm back on my bullshit; See clear through my third eye! - It's gon' be a murder. Every summer every
I'm sayin, homie I ain't playin [50 Cent] Keep thinkin I'm candy till ya fuckin skull get popped And ya brain jump out the top like Jack-in-da-box In the hood summer
Of The Thugs In The Middle Of The Map, These Niggas Finna Snap, Spit It For Niggas That Bit It, Then Give Them The Buisness They Gonna Feel It When We Jack
speck uh You think you let a nigga enough a sip, I only sing here We've been here, just chillin' in the back Mixin' a sip of Jack, while the Philly's
: When a freight train jumps off a track And rolls down my road And its summer time in Texas And they're playing in the snow When politicians everywhere
: [feat. Kevin McCall] [Chris Brown:] Look, in the summer 6-0 A little margarita blend So I slip slow The type of nigga I am kind of skitzo Never out
