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LLaid back in the summer time After midnight And we ain't gonna stop until the cops come knocking If not, we're gonna keep the party rocking 'til we see the sunlight Ayo, sun roof top, butterscotch seats You are now listening to EOM beats (wait) Don Julio Anejo with this Two splashes of Sprite in my cup alright, okay Back to the matter at hand Black queens, bronze beauties and white cuties gracing the scene I mean Booties wiggling inside some jeans And I just gargled some Listerine So fresh and so clean My man E should be getting like 30 Gs Every time he's on the boards like Qwerty keys Turkey please, why you on that hurried steeze? We laid back, feel the breeze while we burn these trees My brother Herbs got the grill lit These the type of mothafuckas that I like to chill with My whole team's like a family here, so hand me a beer Another summer jam for your ear, SALUD! I brought the pasta for the vegetarians And brought the vodka for my Auntie Sharon As soon as I'm done rolling up I'mma cook up some salmon As soon as I'm done grubbing you gon' get whooped in some Madden And that better not be the cops bro It ain't even 10 o'clock yo Rushing to go and get the door To my surprise it was it was Johnny Park Damn I thought you was the narcs Guess who's back in the mothafuckin' house Brought a big rack of ribs for your mothafuckin' mouth And a 32 pack, cause I heard ya'll were out Hit the bathroom and get your spot stolen on the couch Got jacked Beanie and the summer time swag Breezy with a couple fine scrams, god damn I see the homie AK cyphering with Wax And I know he's drunk cause he don't even rap It was a long hot day, whole city felt the sun scorch Now I got the blunt torched sitting on my front porch Summer breeze got me feeling so George Benson None of these problems get no more attention Aroma permeating from the hot grill Got the spot filled, smell it and you know I got skill The wood chips add taste to the meat Herbal T add bass to the beat 'til it sounds like this *Rhythmic breathing* This collaboration has been waiting to blow We've been craving the show, and we ain't playing no more We're stepping up, dropping gold, going platinum plus So fuck what you're told and what you heard about us
Writer(s): 0, Daniel Carey Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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