Never Trust 'Em

I woke up on a hot day

I'm ready to hit the lake quick and kick it

Threw on the short set, the best to dip in

Out my door and approach my ride

I'm ready to get high and glide

On my way to the east side

I hit the bomb spot, pounding like a mad man

Bumping Freddy Bo and 2 Ton, the last jam

A four door Chev and it just won't quit

I got the roof back, the gold thangs

The paint and the shift kit

I'm headed to the fo'

What's going on, you ridin' loc?

Hop in quick and don't let out all the bomb smoke

We hit the lake, H-O, from block to block

Roll down the windows and the roof and let the slam knock

I've been grinding just to see this day

I'd rather have it this way in a four door Chevrolet

I'm posted up but I ain't on the grind

I think it's about that time

I'm getting ready for the summertime

Ooh baby, can't you hear them calling

When a brother's ballin'

'Cause when I get this feeling

To drop my top and just start chilling

It's all about summertime

It's all about summertime

I'm 'bout to whip the Chev, I gotta stack some Gs

So I can come with fresh paint and some brand new Zs

Pockets hella fat, a player's fitted tight

So I profile my Chev at the eight-deuce red light

I'm already slamming with tremendous pound

Two more twelve, now I'm knocking the town

Meds and tweeds, a hook with four EVs

And replacing the deck is a fat CD

I'm all juiced up, I gots to ride the strip

I see tenders peeping and don't even trip

Yo 2 Ton, it's getting hella hot

Let's snatch up a forty and let the EVs knock

Yeah we out riding, perved off the drink

Gas in my tank with plenty of dank

All my homies hella high, everything is fine

Freddy Bo and 2 Ton getting ready for the summertime

Ooh baby, can't you hear them calling

When a brother's ballin'

'Cause when I get this feeling

To drop my top and just start chilling

It's all about summertime

It's all about summertime

And now these tricks be like loving me

To get a ride in the Chev, they straight bugging me

Huh, but them thangs cost me eighteen fifty

When I went to get 'em none of you girls was with me

So play the back 'cause the bus pass still good

Give you a ride here and there, man I wish I would

So now I might see some notches at the bus stop

Tryna get they spot hot, choosing on a drop top

That's them girls from the back of the bus

Who wasn't giving no play and told a brother to hush

Huh, but now I'm riding on the candy and they flagging me down

Roll up the windows and turn up the bump and pound

So now they jocking because I ain't stopping

The roof and the gold thangs and the slam knocking

But like I said, it's about that time

I guess them girls didn't grind

'Cause they ain't ready for the summertime

Ooh baby, can't you hear them calling

When a brother's ballin'

'Cause when I get this feeling

To drop my top and just start chilling

It's all about summertime

It's all about summertime

Ooh baby, can't you hear them calling

When a brother's ballin'

'Cause when I get this feeling

To drop my top and just start chilling

It's all about summertime

It's all about summertime

Ooh baby, can't you hear them calling

When a brother's ballin'

Ooh baby, can't you hear them calling

When a brother's ballin'