Summertime

[ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ] Summertime, summertime, mh-mh, summertime Warm breeze, state of mind Kinda peaceful, you can feel it in the air The time of year when the Earth gets nearer to the sun And the temperature rises And people shed their winter disguises Girls in short shorts, dudes in bermudas Shootin to the beach on Honda scooters For some fun in the sun while the daylight last Other people just layin out on the grass Gettin Saint Tropez with the band that's olé And the heat beatin down bakes the troubles away It's like that, the warm weather is here But summertime only come once a year So I'ma make sure I got on the freshest gear And sport the type of girlie make ya stop and stare And sweat, cause that's the type to get All you gotta do is play yourself correct Throw on some shades, to get with the sport To clock cuties all day and not get caught Hop in a ride, drop the top Let the system pump until the record stop Kick back, relax, ease your mind Savour every minute of the summertime [ CHORUS: Lady Of Rage ] Ooohh, I like summer He-e-heeey In the summertime I wish it was summer He-e-heeey All the time [ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ] Summertime, 95 in the shade Coolin with a icey cold glass of lemonade Quenchin my thirst, got my shades on too and As girls walk by, you know what I'm doin Sneakin a peek on a freak on the sly tip Hail a cab, take a trip to the beach Soak in some rays Break out the Pepsis, the Frito Lays Set up my blanket with mellow drama See the ultraviolet sun like microvave mama I been dyin to meet, so I get to my feet Step to her, get the digits, and my day is complete Break down my set up, and head back home Call the female on my cellular phone Beat around the bush to keep it stimulatin Don Juan love rap, and get to conversatin Hot and heavy on the birds and the bees Get her address, head like a breeze Out the door, but I can't tell you no more Cause I left the rest of the rhyme on her bedroom floor Hop in a ride, drop the top Let the system pump until the record stop Kick back, relax, ease your mind Savour every minute of the summertime [ CHORUS ] [ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ] Summertime, lemon lime Sun goin down, but night time's the right time To flaunt the tan, the boutique ensemble And indulge in a deluxe convo Ice cream sundae with nuts and berries Makin sure I don't get a drop on my sparies Of course sportin shades, the frames is torters Checkin out a cutie in some hyped up high-waters Holes in the knees, hair blowin in the wind Lookin so fly, it's a doggone sin I smile, she smiles back, and I'm cool I know her name, cause she went to my school But I don't say it, just play it off and keep walkin Sometimes eye contact is better than talkin Or hawkin too hard like you just got back from the joint Understand my point? So I get to the record shop, steal an eye in I'm in the neighborhood, and feel like buyin Sometin new, like a compact disc Especially if the music make me feel like this Hop in a ride, drop the top Let the system pump until the record stop Kick back, relax, ease your mind Savour every minute of the summertime [ CHORUS ] I like summertime In the winter time It's got to be summertime In the spring time It's got to be summertime In the fall time It's got to be summertime