Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Warm Outside, artist - C.L. Smooth. Album song American Me, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 30.10.2006
Record label: Shaman Work
Song language: English
Warm Outside |
With a mean summer joint gettin plenty airplay |
Mixed in the forecast, sunshine all day |
Have it your way, love to see me walk around |
But still I don’t dress that up, I dress that down |
Simple wifebeater, bouncin off the tennis sneaker |
CL is that trendsetter, born leader |
Hot two-seater, fresh out the barber chair |
Blow one with my boy boy, then we there |
Eatin, shoppin, into full body massaging |
Me and my lady, set to do it up crazy |
Over wine and cheese, it’s times like these |
That make you wanna drop the top and feel the breeze |
Back in the hood, doin anything I wanna |
From shootin hoops to shootin dice on the corner |
No helmet on the dirt bike, over to Tim |
Hear the broads say ain’t nothin colder than them |
To make it like a block party come with t-shirts too |
Cases of brew and plates of that barbecue |
Slay to Clue can tell you are not bluffin |
The time of the year where women hardly wear nothin |
System pumpin, late until the night is jumpin |
Game is tight, know you bound to lead with somethin |
Leanin back, in no shape or form reject me |
Warm weather just preserve my grown and sexy |
In daylight, up and on our race bike |
Cake like, my shorty on the back got it straight right? |
The scene is blue skies and tanned skin up on me |
My whole mood is tropical, true story |
How the man livin you can tell that’s connected |
When you can walk in any neighborhood and get respected |
My bad boys move silent |
And get it all wet like they opened up the fire hydrant |
See me chicks go bananas; |
I make niggas think twice |
About comin through and squeezin them hammers |
And ain’t it a pity~? |
With all this +Sex in the City+ |
It’s why them little pea-brains really don’t feel me |
Heat cause tension, every summer fill morgues |
I’m enjoyin the day outside walkin my dogs |
Mommas strollin they kids and old people feedin the birds |
You see them d-techs pull up on them curbs |
I’m out here 'til I got no work left |
Deep in the street, it’s why them wolves love me to death |
As big as my heart is, you look at my team |
Got every kid on the block eatin some ice cream |
Don’t mention it, cause see when money ain’t no thing |
A dude like me got no problem spendin it |
End of the day, wax down my new ride |
Just sippin pina coladas, relaxin by the poolside |