| With a mean summer joint gettin plenty airplay
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| Mixed in the forecast, sunshine all day
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| Have it your way, love to see me walk around
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| But still I don’t dress that up, I dress that down
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| Simple wifebeater, bouncin off the tennis sneaker
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| CL is that trendsetter, born leader
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| Hot two-seater, fresh out the barber chair
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| Blow one with my boy boy, then we there
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| Eatin, shoppin, into full body massaging
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| Me and my lady, set to do it up crazy
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| Over wine and cheese, it’s times like these
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| That make you wanna drop the top and feel the breeze
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| Back in the hood, doin anything I wanna
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| From shootin hoops to shootin dice on the corner
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| No helmet on the dirt bike, over to Tim
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| Hear the broads say ain’t nothin colder than them
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| To make it like a block party come with t-shirts too
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| Cases of brew and plates of that barbecue
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| Slay to Clue can tell you are not bluffin
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| The time of the year where women hardly wear nothin
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| System pumpin, late until the night is jumpin
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| Game is tight, know you bound to lead with somethin
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| Leanin back, in no shape or form reject me
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| Warm weather just preserve my grown and sexy
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| In daylight, up and on our race bike
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| Cake like, my shorty on the back got it straight right?
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| The scene is blue skies and tanned skin up on me
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| My whole mood is tropical, true story
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| How the man livin you can tell that’s connected
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| When you can walk in any neighborhood and get respected
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| My bad boys move silent
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| And get it all wet like they opened up the fire hydrant
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| See me chicks go bananas; |
| I make niggas think twice
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| About comin through and squeezin them hammers
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| And ain’t it a pity~? |
| With all this +Sex in the City+
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| It’s why them little pea-brains really don’t feel me
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| Heat cause tension, every summer fill morgues
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| I’m enjoyin the day outside walkin my dogs
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| Mommas strollin they kids and old people feedin the birds
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| You see them d-techs pull up on them curbs
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| I’m out here 'til I got no work left
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| Deep in the street, it’s why them wolves love me to death
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| As big as my heart is, you look at my team
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| Got every kid on the block eatin some ice cream
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| Don’t mention it, cause see when money ain’t no thing
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| A dude like me got no problem spendin it
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| End of the day, wax down my new ride
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| Just sippin pina coladas, relaxin by the poolside |