Uh-huh, the Three 6 Mafia loungin' in the studio

Finna give y'all a little demonstration of how we kick it here in the M-town

Finna drop it something like this

See in Memphis, them players be kind of like laid back

In some clean ass rides, blunts in the sack, I'm blowin' a pack

Hittin' the park about three, sometimes a little later

The last day of the week and they couldn't get any greater

They leavin' the park and hittin' the South Park strip, ride

The South Gatin' skatin' ring later on that night

We in the lot bumpin' our underground rap tapes

Paul and Juicy part two and for another one, they just couldn't wait

We back at the crib sweatin' in a lil' room

W-30's, SP-12s and MPCs we use

Straight from the 4 track, to a simple cassette

That's through a pimpsta's mode

Now it's time to hit the stereos stores, collect

We at the club Fridays and Saturdays, special request made

Me and Juice Man hit the tables, Koop and Scarecrow rock the stage

Bangin' so bunk, there's some fools always gotta start a fight

They usually made us close up early that night

In the summer, in the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

Drunk off Red Dog as we ball through the mystic fog

Me, Scarecrow, Crunchy, Skinny, Gin and my roadie Paul

Fly got his mind up in the sky as we chiefin' high

Black Glocks, that's in the ride, fiendin' for a homicide

Some Tanqueray, grab my yay, mixed with Lucy's

That's how we always did it since I was a trouble kid

But we don't stop

'Cause our heart is pumpin' blood like thunder

No man up in the trauma, head is broken in the summer

Seasons of the summer, the Scarecrow wants the ceremonies till the sun sets, me ease

Until the night fall breeze

Rise up to the darkness, listen close to noises in the streets

Grab my O-Z of Indonesia, six Philly blunt leaves

Throw on me black khaki slacks and me black t-shirt

And my automatic gat in case I have to dig a plot of dirt

Then hit Paul up on his home, tell him to brig his slow ass on

So we can hit the honeycomb before the ganja's gone

The summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

The summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

Pass the E & J, Koop

Then let's take a ride and shoot

To the high school, North Side where the players rule

I'm scopin' all the freaks, with some weave and a sexy switch

"Can I get your number?" ("I got a man")

Well, I'ma holla, trick

Ballin' down Valentine, one time on my mind

If they pull me over, I be hopin' they won't find the nine

Made enough from evergreen to holla at Blac and Cam

Chiefin' on the blunts in the alley slangin' boulder, yeah

Couldn't forget my roadie big Kurt, Swally and Dion

Project Pat and the L lavish shootin' teflon

Just a few homies who I grew up in the hood with me

And the ones in Orange Blossom Hubert University, yeah

It's gettin' late and now I'm ballin' down Eldridge street

Blowin' my horn, tryin' to get this girl attention in front of me

'Cause every day I'm out there tryin' to get a freak number

That's how the Juice is in the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (Ridin' through the hood with my homies gettin' smoked out)

In the summer

With my crew we just ride (That's how we do it)

So that's how it is

The Three 6 Mafia in the house for the '95

Straight from the M-town, The Juice, DJ Paul

Lord Infamous, the Scarecrow

The Koopsta Knicca, and Crunchy Black

We out