| This is the sounds of summertime
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| Cruisin' in my ride
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| Top down and I’m feeling alright
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| This is the sounds of summertime
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| California breeze
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| Feeling good smoking sticky green trees
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| It’s just another west coast day
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| Hey, sunny Californi-ay
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| The super sport on D’s
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| That candy paint on gleam
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| That sticky green got me feeling supreme
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| Glad I was born and raised with that west coast style
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| Fortunate I’m still living
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| I’m from where pistols go pow
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| Reminiscing bout my homies that’s no longer ‘round
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| About 97 degrees rolling with the top down
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| And now I’m feeling real good
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| As I swerve through the streets
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| With the volume full blast
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| I’m disturbing the peace
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| Bout to roll to the park
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| Then cruise to the beach
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| Hynas trip out whn the car moves to the bat
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| As I approach the scene, about 11:59
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| Homies barbecuing and pounding brew
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| Having a good time
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| And now that Fingazz on the track
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| The instrumentals sounding fine
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| And I agree with you homie
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| You know why, I love Cali in the summertime |