have the Cinderella syndrome Hard like a drummer summer color skin tone Shes like a cardiac still beating From the top of the cloud to the bottom of the reef The shark smells blood from
Five Points Keep on blazing a trail Keep on rocking the joints Summer Here we go Summer Never ending summer That's our time We do it all the time Summer Never ending summer
my job is to bring all kinds of people from point a to point b Some of them just found love; and others have lost it, but even worst, most of them will
you tie em' in a bow? When you wear yo white tee Do they almost hit da flo'? Do yo pants hang low? Uh, yeeeah Uh, yeeeah Verse 1: Its Summer Time White
Rayz] The force of conscious nonesense common's clash with karma Coughing kids who cough from awesome spliffs [4th P] Lost in stardom harvest martyrs artists Starving narcissists hawk them
Boom] Times and days, brothers is on their own, some nights blown Some of them method to blow chrome, a common home From the P-Now, when P-O keep a
Know, If I Was Tryna Change I Probably Coulda Changed, I'm Fucked Up Man, Dats Were I'm From Nigga [Verse 1: 50 Cent] Look At You U Lil Dirty Ass Nigga
and Gabana She feed them foolish fantasies, they pay her cause they wanna I spit a little G man, and my game got her A hour later, have that ass up in the Ramada Them
a pimp bitch (BITCH) (You should be here) You fit into my stable of hoes You from Atlanta, I'm from New York, but I'm "throwin them bows" (You should
could tell by the Benz and the Beamers and the Jeeps Big wheels, big grills make them say oooh-weee Custom made Bentleys, t.v.s, mink seats Make them
Flash the message, something's out there Floating in the summer sky 99 red balloons go by 99 red balloons Floating in the summer sky Panic bells it's red alert There's something here from
on him quick fast Now you a big 'ol bag a sugar with yo bitch ass I come from [in a vile?] mothafuckin' killin Drug dealin' where them niggas love grillin
up at the screen Then look at my mama Tell her ma that's gon' be me She said son you gon' be great I knew it from the start Your daddy was a poet That
Oh when did summer begin? With mosquitoes flying Like fighter pilots Loose on the wind And like little vampires They live off sucking The blood from
comes from below Fight me gladly Leave before the battles grow So good night, crazies I leave them, feeling lazy But I'm the god tonight Golden fabric Torn from
we're all dumber because of me Zombies of the antiquated nation chatter quietly The too alive channel from the library of rivalry And summer's in the
9 egos from my corner office You can't pull the plug on a catapult (nope) I toss a nickel to a bum's cup from twenty paces thumbs up Got twenty ways to
The moments were subtle but unstolen and guess who owns them No friendly, non-threatening corporate lacky mucks in the totem Lucy was in the sky with diamonds Five dollars to hold them The summer