The first nigga to slip´s the first
nigga I´m trip on
get my flip on lay em down N
get my dip on out the back door
see my Benzo I´m in it
I´m out to win it pull a jack in a minute
got dem Hoochy´s gettin freaky in the
backroom cuz on the microphone I´m
funky like the bathroom
it´s just a new generation of invicible "G"s
we got mic´s N gatz N nutz
hangin to our knees at ease nigga freeze
If you step into my area I carry a strong
mind flo till I´m blind
it´s summertime feel me rhyme
lookin for a dime need to get my head
right now watch me flo so tight
It´s party time and the sun has got me goin wild
I loose my mind all these Hunny´s running all around
we ridin deep on da creep better not catch you sleep
CBK we bringin drama over dem Bumpin Beats
so throw your hands up ridin in the cut
no you can´t get too much runnin with C-BLOCK
and if wont´t stop till we POP cuz we dropin dem cuz
Chorus:
It´s summertime ain´t nothing
but my crew and me
having fun and
trippin on dem wanna be
now that my head is right
I´m ready for tonight
you can´t stop us and
nothin´s gonna get in our way
Repeat Chorus
Another day in the mid of the summer
niggas watch me coming as I hit the corner
I jump up, I step up, I bring it up
I listen come with word is born
It´s the mister lookin´ real hard the catch
my sister now where they at as I grip
the sack so step back trippin´ how I break
the back now just to set it off as I know
behaviour you catch the track on time you know
the flavour it´s the saviour I gave you room
to breathe listen then stop and letem freeze
I´m commin phat it´s Goldie blowin´ on dis track
we cutz no slack cuz C-B-K has got my back
It´s Mr. P comin from the east nigga´s
can´t set speakin on dem bumpin´ beats
Now watch Red Dogg cuz he´s my hog
straight from dem Cali-sreetz
so throw your hands up ridin´ in the cut
no you can´t get too much
runnin´ with C-Block and it don´t stop
til we pop cuz we droppin´ dem cuz
Chorus
(sent by Peter S, Linz, Austria, E-Mail: f.schinko@mail.asn-linz.ac.at)
