Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Sumner Days, artist - Above The Law. Album song Legends, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 23.02.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Tommy Boy
Song language: English
Sumner Days |
| What’s up homes? |
| Welcome to the catacombs |
| We seduce the microphones, bless the chron — got me in a zone |
| Just another Saturday night at the spizot |
| We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop |
| Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey |
| Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru’s |
| Ride the summer groove |
| The incense enhance the hoes deliverance |
| Niggas takin a chance — askin for that lap dance |
| But see these females, they ain’t strippers, don’t flip |
| But your money back in your pocket |
| You ain’t got to tip |
| Hennessey forever like sparklet’s jugs |
| And most people ain’t never seen a table full of bud |
| See members in my backyard |
| Members at my door |
| Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga — 64 |
| A little barbecue while we get our groove on |
| The homey loop a beat, I’m a lace somethin smooth on em |
| My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz |
| People servin them eight figures in the land of records |
| In California lifestyle, you can’t ignore the crime |
| So niggas stand in line for the life and times |
| Get your grind on |
| See I never forget (Those summer days) |
| Homey gettin they back up |
| Finna get me sack on |
| Niggas gettin they stack on |
| Junkies gettin they crack on |
| Hoez stay cuz they wanna play |
| (Those summer days) |
| Bitches gettin they game on |
| Homeys gettin they bang on |
| Niggas gettin they slang on |
| Bitches gettin the jank on |
| I’m in here coolin ready to shake em |
| Nigga what they hittin foe? |
| Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store |
| Females are comin through |
| Ready to kick it with the crew |
| I like them Barbie Coast hoes |
| Touchin they toes for them dollar bills |
| And when it’s drama — best believe it be on |
| Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown |
| Because I once knew a nigga who tried to trip one night |
| But he didn’t know where the fuck he was cuz |
| I lit him up like a light |
| Cuz I know niggas from Ghost Town |
| Niggas from Sin Town (whoop whoop) |
| Even them niggas from the Islands know that we ridaz |
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| in the other room breakin niggas, slappin bones |
| On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones |
| Night fall, homey’s gettin drunk up |
| Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper |
| To tame niggas, the same niggas that was cool an hour ago |
| Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo |
| Or is it that bitch that ready to go home |
| When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on |
| Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up |
| Mad cuz he got stuck |
| Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep |
| We understand your agony of defeat |
| Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen |
| We come strapped ready to tap that ass — tell a friend |
| And say you heard it from some killers |
| Some big wheel dealers |
| Out to check a mill of em |
| That’s why I never forget (Those summer days) |
| Playaz get your swerve on |
| Homeys gettin they herb on |
| Bitches gettin they perm on |
| Riches gettin they serve on |
| Hoes stay cuz they wanna play |
| Those summer days |
| Niggas gettin they quote on |
| Homeys gettin they swole on |
| Riders gettin they roll on |
| Players get your flow on |
| those summer days |
| Those summer days |
| Remember those summer days |
| Those summer summer Sunday |
| Summer days |