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"rhymemaster" charlie g - summertime lyrics

summertime
party in the streets
the djs kicking old school beats
got to survive the heat
get the butcher to pound some meat
relax back watching the pacquiao fight
stand up and get in sight
’cause we know when it’s right to start a funky groove
so stop complaining and get yourself to move
started low, now it’s high
i look in the sky
and see the ladies and think my oh my
all the cl-ssic cars just fly right by
i ask myself why should people die
miss out on a lot
i think a thought
that just might get me caught
and now goes the controversy
of my mind, yeah i’m that kind
should clear out, before i get behind

the music blasting
time p-ssing
so you better fasten up and listen up
sometimes you gotta zip back
when it was heads bumping and people jumping
sometimes i was stumbling

now everyone’s chill to seek a thrill
no need to pop the pills
cause if you got sk!ll you got something to pay the bills
hop behind the wheel, if your gonna squeal
you slipped on a banana peel
so who is the foe?
could it be who i know?
as soon as the speakers start it’s the po-po
why would i bang it’s just not my thing
markup with a jam, it’s just who i am
now please, p-ss me the ham
nothing’s in the air, and why would i care
don’t give me that glare, it’s only fair that i tear this up
see me in the street and say “hey, what’s up”
pour ya self a cup, go outside
tell the driver to give you a ride
plan it all aside
cause i’m calm in my mind
wondering what im going to find

the music blasting
time p-ssing
so you better fasten up and listen up
sometimes you gotta zip back
when it was heads bumping and people jumping
sometimes i was stumbling

i learned all my words in grade school
soon watching all the kids in the corner
perform a rap battle in that other’s drool
anyone to diss them would be a fool
so, pop the top and jump in the pool
go ahead and do what you like it’s cool
after dark, the people leave the park
throw up your hand, but don’t throw up your meal
cause ima keep things real
simply, that is how i feel
if i tell a spiel, don’t clap me, slap me
get in the game, and please tell me your name
cause i don’t care about fortune and fame
but im d-mn sure glad that i came

- rhymemaster charlie g lyrics

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