[ Featuring Stress The White Boy ]
Yo it's early in the morn seven o'clock on the dot
And today even the devil bitchin' saying it's hot
Throw on the baggy shorts, the Timbs, the tank top
Call my honey, get some money, so I make a bank stop
Now my pockets is thick, drop the top on my whip
Then I pop in my disc and start knockin that shit
Bass bangin, Philly swangin, cats know how I do
Call my crew, what's new? See I'm about to come through
Cause the folks get brown in the sunshine like Roy Ayers
No white T-shirt thugs, we b-boys player
Hip Hoppers that's living the lifestyle
Spittin freestyles, having fun, young and wild
Downtown at The Gallery blowing my salary
Or flexin, rollin out west on 52nd
Or on South Street, see the fly jawns checkin'em
It's like Summertime at The Plat with Jazzy Jeff and'em
Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun
Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun
And we running around spending money having fun
Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it
Uh-huh
Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun
Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun
And we running around spending money having fun
Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it
Uh-huh
Yo I love the city
But sometimes like Bobby Brown I gotta get away
So that's what I'm doing today
We going down to the beach with a beetch on each arm
Word bond you know I need a dime piece to squeeze on
Rockin my flip flops and knockin some Hip Hop
On the way there, love it, dog I wish I could stay here
Everyday all day, my cousin from The Bay
Westside came to visit for a three day stay
Brought the Cali bud, yo my cuz had my mind blazed
Freestylin on the beach, smokin, watching the waves
Nothing like it being able to escape your environment
And as a old man I plan to spend my retirement
Soaking up the sun, feel the breeze in the trees
No freeze, wintertime it's still 80 degrees
I never wanna leave, seasons change and that's a bummer
Through the fall, through the winter to the spring
Here comes the summer
Cause it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun
Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun
And we running around spending money having fun
Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it
Uh-huh
Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun
Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun
And we running around spending money having fun
Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it
Uh-huh
See shorty walking down the block, damnit she bad
Cause in the summertime women all scantily clad
Wearing, next to nothin' shorts huggin on they muffin
Badunkadunk shakin, trunks of funk pumpin
Enough to drive a man insane up in his membrane
Gotta get away I hop myself on a airplane
Down south to the Carolinas
Or a little further down to the Bahamas, the Caribbean mamas
With the, cocoa brown skin, heads rock brown Timbs
All summer long, shorty showing off her thong
Hiked up on her hips with the gloss on her lips
Pedicure to perfection, excuse me miss
On my Luther Van jawn, Who Da Man jawn
Summertime cats be ballin like Keith Van Horn
It's the hardest when it hits the end of august
We gone do it all over next year y'all regardless
In the summertime, time to relax up in the sun
Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun
And we running around spending money having fun
Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it
Uh-huh
Yo it's summertime, time to relax up in the sun
Put the top down, fly shorty riding shotgun
And we running around spending money having fun
Cause that's what it's about, you gotta love it
Uh-huh
