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Black Sheep - Summa Tha Time lyrics
f/ Emage [Hook: Black Sheep (Emage)] We like blowing up the spot (Summa the time) We're known for fronting, not (Summa the time) We give our shows all we got Wreck the stage and lots play us Like the sun because we’re hot, hot [Dres] It's Black Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feet Catch the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street Shorts to short-sets, shorties for short sex Forties, my forte: butterfill and four Becks That defines Dres, d-r-e-s, no further ado I charcoal, broil and foil more than any barbecue In the breeze like Lenin, listen when I’m beginning In Nueva York, better known as kings' dominion We're back again, smacking beats across your head and back And when you front I'l make you stand out like a fat African Peace to all down South, I know it's hot as Hades Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the Eighties Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour went I stack mint and think of what? Black empowerment I think wife, and black child to raise together I think about the winter knowing nothing last forever In this world things happen at the drop of a dime Some things never happen at all, and yes y’all [Hook: Dres (Emage)] (Summa the time) I’m hitting your face like the breeze (Summa the time) It's like I rip the mic to so many degrees Huh, I'm docking it in your port I'm slamming it in your court Me taking the shorts? I'm holding the for'ps, child please [Mr Lawnge] Some of the time I'm with my crew, some of the time I'm not Bouncing down the block, blowing up the spot But only when it's hot do I see nuff niggas looking at me Displaying signs of jealousy, it means they're still Black With NV I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song Suckers see me, wanna be me, but I’m creamy and they’re dead wrong To whom it may concern: yo, don’t even try, kid Because you couldn't see me even if I was your eyelid When I rhyme for the summertime, believe I can Bring more relief from grief than the Icy man Be it your front yard, your stoop or porch Like the Kackalackan sun, I'm guaranteed to scorch I know it was about time we dropped the now, oh gosh We got more niggas rolling up than even at the car wash Yeah, we're here to tan that ass like the summer sun For the nigga that tried to dis us, we know he's the dumber one When you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the lookout Cause we gather more hungry crowds than a cookout [Hook: Mr Lawnge (Emage)] (Summa the time) I like to tour around the world (Summa the time) I'm chilling hard with my girl I like to wake late For summer heat's sake Listen to the fat beats we make And chill on a summer break [Dres] It's the summer blitz, dips with pretty lips Bros with or without doe flip for hits Yo, microphone check one, be no other heap-topping I rock a flock and mock, Sheep-Sheep rocking Sonny, can you feel me? Honey, I be fly Money making, really there's a ribbon in the sky For One Love, I'm kicking my diction less the fiction Non-believers thought me hiking and fishing Now I spike them like a Viking Wildstyle, like summer in Astoria Way back my peoples made Ajax join the Warriors Back when park jams found me trying to see the band Until parties in the centre saw DJs as the man A bird, a plane, feel the breeze changing lanes I put a chill in your veins, even on a crowded train I’m cool, more cool than Morris dropping Time -Less legit hits for some ones in ninety-nine Since a long time ago, I’m getting mine Put the 'genuine' in genuine, son, I shine [Hook: Dres (Emage)] (Summa the time) I'm taking respect, do you copy? (Summa the time) I'm whyling with my baby boy Papi I'm with the Lawnge one Running, ripping up tracks un- 'Til the summer skill that we flex Says it's time to chill (Summa the time) |
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