| What’s up homes? |
| Welcome to the catacombs
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| We seduce the microphones, bless the chron — got me in a zone
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| Just another Saturday night at the spizot
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| We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop
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| Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey
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| Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru’s
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| Ride the summer groove
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| The incense enhance the hoes deliverance
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| Niggas takin a chance — askin for that lap dance
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| But see these females, they ain’t strippers, don’t flip
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| But your money back in your pocket
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| You ain’t got to tip
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| Hennessey forever like sparklet’s jugs
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| And most people ain’t never seen a table full of bud
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| See members in my backyard
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| Members at my door
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| Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga — 64
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| A little barbecue while we get our groove on
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| The homey loop a beat, I’m a lace somethin smooth on em
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| My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz
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| People servin them eight figures in the land of records
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| In California lifestyle, you can’t ignore the crime
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| So niggas stand in line for the life and times
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| Get your grind on
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| See I never forget (Those summer days)
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| Homey gettin they back up
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| Finna get me sack on
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| Niggas gettin they stack on
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| Junkies gettin they crack on
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| Hoez stay cuz they wanna play
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| (Those summer days)
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| Bitches gettin they game on
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| Homeys gettin they bang on
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| Niggas gettin they slang on
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| Bitches gettin the jank on
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| I’m in here coolin ready to shake em
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| Nigga what they hittin foe?
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| Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store
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| Females are comin through
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| Ready to kick it with the crew
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| I like them Barbie Coast hoes
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| Touchin they toes for them dollar bills
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| And when it’s drama — best believe it be on
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| Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown
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| Because I once knew a nigga who tried to trip one night
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| But he didn’t know where the fuck he was cuz
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| I lit him up like a light
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| Cuz I know niggas from Ghost Town
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| Niggas from Sin Town (whoop whoop)
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| Even them niggas from the Islands know that we ridaz
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| in the other room breakin niggas, slappin bones
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| On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones
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| Night fall, homey’s gettin drunk up
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| Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper
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| To tame niggas, the same niggas that was cool an hour ago
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| Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo
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| Or is it that bitch that ready to go home
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| When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on
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| Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up
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| Mad cuz he got stuck
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| Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep
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| We understand your agony of defeat
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| Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen
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| We come strapped ready to tap that ass — tell a friend
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| And say you heard it from some killers
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| Some big wheel dealers
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| Out to check a mill of em
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| That’s why I never forget (Those summer days)
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| Playaz get your swerve on
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| Homeys gettin they herb on
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| Bitches gettin they perm on
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| Riches gettin they serve on
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| Hoes stay cuz they wanna play
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| Those summer days
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| Niggas gettin they quote on
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| Homeys gettin they swole on
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| Riders gettin they roll on
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| Players get your flow on
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| those summer days
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| Those summer days
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| Remember those summer days
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| Those summer summer Sunday
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| Summer days |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sumner Days , by - Above The Law. Song from the album Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп