summer of love No we dance in the moonlight And I see love in your eyes Look to the stars, make a wish Don't try to resist It's the summer of love Tonight
Dance, it's the summer of love Tonight the fiesta will come It's the summer of love Tonight we live la vida loca Yes, we'll have the time of our lives
Traduzione: Passi. Summer Of Love.
Dance, it’s the summer of love, Tonight the fiesta will come. It’s the summer of love. Tonight we live la vida loca, Yes we’ll have the time of our lives
be loving you for ever it's kind of clever how we ended up in this situation we was working at the snack bar on my vacation admiration infatuation elation we were kickin it for the whole damn summer
if beats are compatible Brain lit off shots, body counts become plural Hand me a mic, I paint a picture on your mural Vision of streets, summer's blood
(Yo) Queens got shit on lock Wipe your feet when you step in my house (Queens nigga) Queens got shit on lock (Ali Vegas) (no doubt watch yo mouth) *
and yes I love the summer ?Ayo NG, man just flip the beat? With the girls in their mini skirts tight shirts and all Bikinis and a tan I love to party
thought I was just talkin' shit like Freddie Mitchell You ain't ready, is you? I invest in every pistol Aim on point like a steady missile Heavy fiscal, I need that love
to step through Yo, Blue Black...what you knew that, 1, 2 at The screw top...with a brand new drop From my crew who be lovin' that hip-hop See we love
the mall steady racking up the air miles hit the gym step on the scales stare at the number you say you dropping 10 pounds preparing for summer and you
of my smirk I keep my breathin under my breath Tucked within the untrimmed bushes next to her front steps And when she leaves to make treck towards the bus stop My love
[Slug] It's summer, and I'm chillin on my steps with my little crew Just like the videos, just like all the little rappers do We voice love to the heads
hammers and smelts a foul charge, as he smoothes sour cream from his moll's pony and metes her an unholy barrage, (o the living is hard). Of a rank Summer
bustin Dutches apart Love pussy wit pretty lips, when you fuck it it fart Friend or foe, freak for the rims that glow Rock Timbs if it's summer or ten
and I flip for it Nigga believe I'll rip a nigga shit for it [Chorus] In my city it's a struggle, you hustle to live large But you step or get stepped
