Above The Law

Above The Law - Sumner Days lyrics

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What's up homes?  Welcome to the catacombs

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, I'm 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 day
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