Hot short days, long sweaty nights
The changing of the equinox
[Chorus]
Summertime and the living's easy
Rodney's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All the people in the dance will agree
That we are well qualified to represent the LBC
Me, and me and Louie will yon run to the party
Dance to the rhythm it gets harder
[Verse 1]
Yo, I was delayed on Delta
Fiendin' by my shelter
In Pasadena when I land I'm a sip a Zima
Let the top down, turn the volume up some decibels
I'm rollin' down the street, it's all about my testicles, bright lights
Summertime is always nice from ‘Dena to the LBC
I start drivin' the Caddie, one time jumped behind me (whoop, whoop)
Flashin' lights like a disco
Was lookin' like Danny Tarry-O
Permed chicks the scenario
Its summertime
[Chorus]
[Verse 2]
Day's hotter than cocoa, yes smooth as cocoa butter
The mind was cluttered with thoughts of bein' home
My zone, closin' my shutters imagining microphones
And layin' under the covers with my baby bear
Thinkin' with dreamy stares over shoulder-length hair
Puttin' niggas' underwear with the baby-tees
Whisperin' words like “come and play with me”
What a beautiful day to be free
Cause it's…
[Chorus]
(Got it, got it, got it, got it keep it comin' on)
Evil, come to tell you that she's evil
Most definitely
Evil, ornery scandalous and evil
Most definitely
The tension is getting harder
I‘d like to hold her head under water
[Verse 3]
You know it's seasonal
Temperature's reading exactly at one o' one
Ran into Sublime when I was rolling high on the one o' one
Northbound in tune with the earth sound
Sound waves and sun beams
When I'm on the microphone I freak beats and rearrange scenes
When I'm on the microphone I make heads bob
We smoke hella herb ‘cause herb attracts the gods
Take a tip, take a tip, take a ti-tidip from me
Rodney's on the microphone with Ras M.G.
All the people in the dance will agree
That we are well qualified to represent the LBC
Me, la-la-Louie
Well everybody run to the rhythm it gets harder
(You got it, got it, got it, got it keep it comin' on)
One day I was jogging through the concrete jungle
And all of a sudden I slipped on some Sublime, oooh
And landed in the Pharcyde
It's all good, doesn't matter
Sunshine in the air
Good smoke and good people everywhere
You know, I know we must stay strong and keep it comin' on
