Lyrics Summertime Chi - Nick Carter Green, Sir Michael Rocks, King Louie

Summertime Chi

Summertime, Summertime
I love the Summertime
Even when sun is down
All of my jewelry shine
Bitches is on me
Staining as is
And the pistol is on me
We smoking that dope
Till foe fold a 4
We rolling on yoppas
Got flats in the mo'
She fuck with no hassle
She don’t tell me no
My goonies like Louie tell us when to go
End up a t-shirt or a vegetable
Me, I’m a flexor
My bitch flexible
Sipping on straight, driving
Smoking Citgo
Had sex with your new bitch a long time ago
I ball like I’m tall
That’s what shot callers do
Today my Benz baldhead
My car got no roof
Summertime, Summertime
I love the Summertime
All of this ice it feel like it’s the wintertime
Alright, now this shit feeling like Summer
Would it be wrong if we walked
Through the Garden of Eden?
Upon this adamant evening
But are we angels or heathens?
I seen the love in your soul
Put fear in your eyes
I know that it’s wrong
But I can tell you no lies
I like it
Little tan got your skin looking bright as fuck
Girl got the Midas touch
Heard you smoke a little weed
Hope you like it rough
Brought enough for your girls
Baby light it up
Light up the bonfire
The night is us
No boyfriend required
Tonight you’re young
Is that thing in them shorts looking nice enough
If you can breath in them things
They ain’t tight enough
Cause the liquor make her
Do things she claim she forgot
But once I undress you
In them sheets we gon' wrestle
Cause that ass so swole
Looking like The Rock
Bet that motherfucker can’t move his neck
Please note, Nicky keep hoes in check
And um yes
Yours is next
I’ll improve her sex
Taught her all them tricks she knows
I get no respect
And your princess kiss me
But I don’t dissect
Handle damsel
But there’s no distress
Have her cursing all loud
But it’s no Tourettes
Cause I just want what’s set
Between your nose and neck
And my niggas nice refs
Cause they hold the tech
But this is the Chi
Where we shoot for no reason
So moment of silence
So we can honor niggas that’ll die this season
Alright, now this shit feeling like Summer
Would it be wrong if we walked
Through the Garden of Eden?
Upon this adamant evening
But are we angels or heathens?
I seen the love in your soul
Put fear in your eyes
I know that it’s wrong
But I can tell you no lies
I like it
Take the pep out your step
Baby there it is
I’m doing me
So it ain’t nothing to compare it with
I’m from the C, to the H, to the I hoe
I stay on my job
Like some shit that I applied for
I’m with the clique
Drive slow up on me in traffic
You middle class with some ass
But she known to be ratchet
Soon as them tops go down
The shots come out
Let’s pop out
Take all them drugs and black out
That’s everything that I rap about
She’s describing how she can ride a nigga
So hop on this and act it out
Your last nigga was a fucking bum
Pink dolphin with a Black & Mild
Just let me put this tuna in your sushi roll
Black rick, orange cloak
Look like Ichigo
Alright, now this shit feeling like Summer
Would it be wrong if we walked
Through the Garden of Eden?
Upon this adamant evening
But are we angels or heathens?
I seen the love in your soul
Put fear in your eyes
I know that it’s wrong
But I can tell you no lies
I like it