Above The Law

Above The Law - Summer Days lyrics

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We seduce the microphones, bless the chron - got me in a zone
 Just another Saturday night at the spizot
 We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop
 Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey
 Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru's
 Ride the summer groove
 The incense enhance the hoes deliverance
 Niggaz takin a chance - askin for that lap dance
 But see these females, they ain't strippers, don't flip
 But your money back in your pocket
 You ain't got to tip
 Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs
 And most people ain't never seen a table full of bud
 See members in my backyard
 Members at my door
 Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga - 64
 A little barbecue while we get our groove on
 The homey loop a beat, Im a lace somethin smooth on em
 My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz
 People servin them eight figures in the land of records
 In California lifestyle, you can't ignore the crime
 So niggaz stand in line for the life and times
 Get your grind on
 See I never forget (Those summer days)
 Homey gettin they back up
 Finna get me sack on
 Niggaz gettin they stack on
 Junkies gettin they crack on
 Hoez stay cuz they wanna play
 (Those summer days)
 Bitches gettin they game on
 Homeys gettin they bang on
 Niggaz gettin they slang on
 Bitches gettin the jank on
 I'm in here coolin ready to shake em
 Nigga what they hittin foe?
 Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store
 Females are comin through
 Ready to kick it with the crew
 I like them Barbie Coast hoes
 Touchin they toes for them dollar bills
 And when it's drama - best believe it be on
 Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown
 Because I once knew a nigga who tried to trip one night
 But he didn't know where the fuck he was cuz
 I lit him up like a light
 Cuz I know niggaz from Ghost Town
 Niggaz from Sin Town (whoop whoop)
 Even them niggaz from the Islands know that we ridaz
 ? in the other room breakin niggaz, slappin bones
 On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones
 Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up
 Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper
 To tame niggaz, the same niggaz that was cool an hour ago
 Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo
 Or is it that bitch that ready to go home
 When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on
 Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up
 Mad cuz he got stuck
 Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep
 We understand your agony of defeat
 Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen
 We come strapped ready to tap that ass - tell a friend
 And say you heard it from some killers
 Some big wheel dealers
 Out to check a mill of em
 That's why I never forget (Those summer days)
 Playaz get your swerve on
 Homeys gettin they herb on
 Bitches gettin they perm on
 Riches gettin they serve on
 {female singing} Hoes stay cuz they wanna play
 Those summer days
 Niggaz gettin they quote on
 Homeys gettin they swole on
 Riders gettin they roll on
 Players get your flow on
 {singing} those summer days
 those summer days
 Remember those summer days
 Those summer summer Sunday
 Summer days
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Language: English

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