Lyrics:
Hold On Pain Ends l keep hope thru these phases
I been dodging fake snakes and the hate I wanna be great
Hot dogs with no buns PB with no jam growing up
and Koopa
Tipping by them state troopers
Round here boys disappear like it was a roofer
Land of the trill got me grill grilling woman
Every summer dropping
made 20 Ms and ain't neva did a Summer Jam
No disrespect that New York City bitch
But I blew without summer jam
Never seen a nigga try to slam me
Funkadelic I'ma always keep it groovy
From KY to Hollywood my niggas up in movies
Posted by the ocean all my pictures be in motion
Catch me when you can I'm
West Coast Tour
The bill included Pearl Jam
And Nirvana and was headlined by The Red Hot
Chili Peppers the second
Show of this tour was on December 28
NRG's performance?
Then come get your dome blown down in Georgia's
Along the way, I hit all of your airwaves
Hot 97, Power 103 and Sway
In the Morning,
that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like a perfect hand and tongue
You
you want
Baselines and snares that will make you funk
Intimidated by his 14 year old
At 97 he's a different kind of funk
We push together like
know, stallion leading us
Into a hot girl summer followed by the
Coldest of nuclear winters
What does that even mean anyway?
I don't know
But, uh, hey
Dr.
has time
I'm on my grind
Till it's nothing for me to just turn down a check
No need to call me just send it by text
My manager told me don't settle for
summer finna hit like a new beginning
Looking for the bass in the back
Wanna hear my jams in the set
Beats banging like a drummer in the summerz
Finna get
I'm the number man, hot like Summer Jam
Slick like Fonzarelli, and Rich like Cunningham
I stretch them like rubber bands (I make them say)
Oh shit,
DukeDaGod:
It's Dipset all day, The Movement Moves On
Cam'ron:
New York City, you are now tuned in to America's #1 station, Hot 97
In conjunction
ask the S girls, the sags
Play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is
Yo we ran with
the S girls, the sags
Play cards for the mingles
Hit the avenue for the singles, by the new artist
Yo we never knew who God is
Yo we ran with the hardest
Tell
Cause they don't jam
I could sell you some Ak
Bullets for have a man
I'm back in this bitch by popular demand
Till the feds come & get me
For them credit
won't remember the time
So here I come a bombing every time I home in to
Off a funky drummer boom I get hot as Donna Summers
'Cause I reign supreme
on a hot day
Pull up the club 'cause it's Friday
Let's drink and hit the dance floor
DJ put the summer jam on
Big chips at the bar spending
GT with
best meal
Starvin
And truth recognized by what you feel
Starvin
A hot line make it a classic
Starvin
And you only look to God for some magic
Starvin
When I see right into you
I know you’re so romanced
You’re always where I want you
When you hear this summer jam ok
I crave I lust I want you
So
Uhh
Drinking all this Henny i need water Baby it's up and stuck
You think you could fuck with ah Nigga who just got his money up
Look, YEAH
Summer
PRO ERA!
Beast Coast and we 'bout to feast this summer
Brand new pies, got the pizza coming
This dough man don't need no oven
My dope-heads they
the Summer or the Winter cause it ain't no thing
And ever since I first came round
Side by Side, We'd throw down
We came here to this here place
To serve you
cry, for I have overcome it
I feel my evolution. Painful, but I love it
I fully commit to everything I'm becoming
Hot damn
I was up late night, ballin'
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