Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summer, artist - Murs. Album song Captain California, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 09.03.2017
Record label: Strange
Song language: English
Summer |
| Six niggas in a G ride |
| Squadded up, headed to the East side |
| They try to clown 'cause we from West L. A |
| Them niggas think we boujie and we just for play |
| Got a AK |
| And a .38 |
| Lower-Middle class niggas movin' up the murder rate |
| The other day they was talkin' real big |
| Caught me slippin' up the West field with my kid |
| At the bus stop, with my baby’s mom |
| Tried to keep it cool |
| Said I didn’t want no problems |
| They took off on me anyway |
| All I had was my hands and some pepper spray |
| My lady and my son had to run away |
| They should’ve killed me but I lived to fight another day |
| I know where they stay |
| I know where they be |
| Your best friend is your enemy’s enemy |
| We pulled up |
| Got the drop on 'em |
| Them bitch niggas went and called the cops on us |
| We got pulled over 'bout a block away |
| They snatched the big homie, and took his AK |
| I can’t wait 'till the Summer come |
| The big homie get another gun |
| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some |
| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from |
| I can’t wait 'till the summer come |
| The big homie get another gun |
| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some |
| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from |
| Deuce-deuce in the chrome 4−5 |
| These niggas talkin' peace but the beef won’t die |
| You can find me in that chair, put the needle to my arm |
| 'Fore I ever let another man do me harm |
| 'Cause I remember |
| When they said that they was comin' for us |
| We kicked back and waited all summer for it |
| Them niggas had they chance |
| And now the big homie home, and yep |
| We got plans |
| And I ain’t talkin' 'bout no Summer vacation |
| I’m talkin' bout fuckin' off my probation |
| I ain’t talkin' 'bout Disney Land |
| I’m talkin' eight of us, deep in a mini-van |
| No volleyball, sun tans or surfboards |
| Just a bunch of niggas dead from a turf war |
| That’s how my best friend missed his first tour |
| 'Cause we act like our lives ain’t worth more |
| I can’t wait 'till the Summer come |
| The big homie get another gun |
| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some |
| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from |
| I can’t wait 'till the summer come |
| The big homie get another gun |
| Motherfuckers thought that they wanted some |
| Now we the niggas that they runnin' from |