Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Summertime Again, artist - Roscoe. Date of issue: 31.12.2009
Song language: English
Summertime Again |
| Oh boy! |
| Yeah, Los Angeles |
| Yeah I just wanna say «Much love to my big brother Kurupt Young Gotti!» |
| Later man! |
| (Dogg Pound Gangsta) |
| Yeah I hear the West Coast (Summertime) yeah put it down |
| They call me Roscoe by the way just so you know (Dogg Pound Gangstas!) |
| Californ-I-A, Y-A, where everyday it’s Friday |
| They call me Young Roscoe the Philly Fanatic |
| Out in the West Coast showin' my bad habitts |
| I give the people what they want keep the party crackin' |
| This are my homies out in the club tryin' to make it happen |
| And all the girlies wanna creep at least one time |
| And see if true what all they Homegirls be sayin' about my blood line |
| And it ain’t nothin' like a sunny summer day |
| In the city of LA |
| Livin' bussy gettin' pay |
| That’s how we do it on the West |
| We sip liquid and spit it like fluid in the West |
| And I can make you love if you don’t |
| Bump it if you won’t |
| Nothin' like bomb music from the West |
| Layin' under palm trees wit lil' mamas feelin' the breathe |
| And I don’t think I ever wanna leave |
| I Love Cali in the Summer Time! |
| I Love Cali in the Summer Timeeee |
| (I Love Cali in The Summer Time!) |
| I love it (Dogg Pound Gangstas) |
| Twenty inch dub on a 6−4 hoppin' |
| Pull up and see it’s already poppin' |
| And let my squad on the tu-b |
| What we doin barbecuin' a leg |
| Doin' it under the air fluence so the music got you movin' in it |
| Nobody on the wall |
| Nobody sittin' at all |
| It’s like a protacall |
| The way I got it 'em all waxin' their fos up |
| Ridin' around wit twenties on their donuts (Donuts) |
| Pancakes wit enough bass |
| To insinuate earthquakes |
| While the sun just bakes |
| Havin' fun up in the sunny states |
| Bumpin' the brakes at the yellow light |
| My seatbelt on tight |
| Don’t need no cops on my tail tonight |
| And when you go to the club |
| I’m in the back wit a bad mamacita massagin' my back |
| Party people tear the club up |
| And make 'em feel it from LA to the Bay |
| Now put your dubs up |
| I Love Cali in the Summer Time |
| Come on |
| You know you got me movin' |
| I’m rollin' dippin' smashin' |
| I’m gonna show you how G’s do Baby! |
| How the D-P-G's do Baby, Baby |
| You know you got me movin' |
| I’m rollin' dippin' smashin' |
| I’m gonna show you how G’s do Baby! |
| How the D-P-G's do Baby, Baby |
| Is G’s up, is Cali in the summer when it really heats up |
| It gotta be the hood Homie throwin' heats up |
| And G’s up you got a Benz on flows on a movy put your keys up |
| Pedals to the floor and ease up |
| And when the bookies aproach you gotta speed up |
| You might see Roscoe the Young Gaud |
| In the club sippin' wine and if you don’t we carris up |
| We go shanties zeros on my contract |
| I might sign six fig spittin non wax |
| I got my mind on money, women, and fo’s |
| Hot boxin' the Benz all rollin' the windows up |
| Roll wit the tint glow |
| Homies roll wit me ten in the most when I’m outside or posted in the G ride |
| Flonse it Lorenzo |
| But tempo is faster then when you drive so fast |
| Your rims glow off from the moonlight and is fear slow (Slow) |
| Yeah, yeah we do just like this |
| Ah, we do just like this |
| Yeah, Yeah |
| I Love Cali in the Summer Time |
| I Love Cali in the Summer Timeeee |
| I love it |
| 2−5 in the house (Dogg Pound Gansta) |
| It don’t get no better |
| From the Women to the weather |
| I ain’t goin' nowhere |
| I LOVE CALI IN THE SUMMER TIME (DOGG POUND GANSTA!) |