Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song It's Da Summa Tyme , by - Frayser Boy. Release date: 11.07.2005
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
It's Da Summa Tyme |
| Yeah, the hoes gonna come out to dis one boy |
| We gon' let y’all know how we do it in da south man |
| With the motherfuckin golds in our mouth |
| In da summa time, we get washed up |
| Then we gotta get glocked up, yeah |
| DJ Paul. |
| Juicy J. Fr-Fr Fr-Fr Frayser Boy |
| (Frayser Boy) |
| 9:30 in tha morning, nigga’still yawnin' |
| Roll me up a blunt, cause a nigga is jonein' |
| Picked up my cell phone, checked all my missed calls |
| Bitches playin on my whore, got a playa pissed off |
| Its another pretty day, but its kinda hot dawg |
| Plenty freaky hoes out, tryin' to get knocked off |
| Little bitty ass shorts, tryin' to show they ass cheeks |
| Love me a freaky bitch, don’t like em 'less they nasty |
| Everybody gettin' out, gettin' they cars washed up |
| Hate it for my niggas gotta spend they summas locked up |
| Police, yeah they watch us, hope they let us roll by |
| In da Bay its very hot and everybody know why |
| So high, pull da weed needin' me some soul food |
| Boy you finna a BBQ, Shit I’m finna roll through |
| All day ridin', weekends clubin' |
| Blowin' money, shootin' dice, nigga its nothin |
| In da trunk bangin', in da hood hangin' |
| Do it real big, its da summa time ain’t it? |
| (D.J. Paul) |
| I come from the city where they love to ride big rims on errything |
| Keep a unit and some green that’s on errything |
| Campaign, cause it ain’t no thang when its on mayne |
| Do it bigger than the Statue of Liberty cause we Chrome mayne |
| Up at noon, I fire 'ah blunt up for my breakfast |
| Hit the cleaners, pick up my Dickies with tha creases |
| Liquor store, gotta get some more, cause the last last night |
| Hit up 'Cris, gotta get some 'yo or it won’t be right |
| Rep the hood, nuttin' special, this what we always do |
| But its sumthin' about when the sun is out it make ya feel so new |
| I’m washed up, I’m glocked up |
| 'bout to trip on woahs and 2 liters get it yerked up |
| Ya’ll know how we do, when we do what we do, do? |
| We do us and only us and so much you need to do |
| You Lil homie, we keep it jumpin' out with stunt mens and buildings |
| We grillin' and killin' and choppin' it up with all that security, ya hear me |
| In da trunk bangin', in da hood hangin' |
| Do it real big, its da summa time ain’t it? |
| (Juicy J) |
| Haters wanna see me fall, bitches wanna see me ball |
| Ridin' Maybach with tha strizzap in my lap |
| Im at the mall, spendin' like I wanna spend |
| Ghetto fab and Memphis Tenn |
| Some of these ma’fuckas think they tough |
| Some like 'Cris up in they cup |
| Always on yo main bitch Why you wanna hate on this |
| Maybe cuz she chew me up, gobble nut and never spit |
| And if my record sales drop, you still dont have to give me props |
| Talk is cheap, gonna face me nigga |
| I’m still gonna always make these millas |