Lyrics:

The First Nigga To Slips The First
nigga Im Trip On
get My Flip On Lay Em Down N
get My Dip On Out The Back Door
see My Benzo Im In It
im Out To Win It Pull A Jack In A Minute
got Dem Hoochys Gettin Freaky In The
backroom Cuz On The Microphone Im
funky Like The Bathroom
its Just A New Generation Of Invicible 'g's
we Got Mics N Gatz N Nutz
hangin To Our Knees At Ease Nigga Freeze
if You Step Into My Area I Carry A Strong
mind Flo Till Im Blind
its Summertime Feel Me Rhyme
lookin For A Dime Need To Get My Head
right Now Watch Me Flo So Tight

its Party Time And The Sun Has Got Me Goin Wild
i Loose My Mind All These Hunnys Running All Around
we Ridin Deep On Da Creep Better Not Catch You Sleep
cbk We Bringin Drama Over Dem Bumpin Beats
so Throw Your Hands Up Ridin In The Cut
no You Cant Get Too Much Runnin With C-Block
and If Wontt Stop Till We Pop Cuz We Dropin Dem Cuz

chorus
its Summertime Aint Nothing
but My Crew And Me
having Fun And
trippin On Dem Wanna Be
now That My Head Is Right
im Ready For Tonight
you Cant Stop Us And
nothins Gonna Get In Our Way

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another Day In The Mid Of The Summer
niggas Watch Me Coming As I Hit The Corner
i Jump Up, I Step Up, I Bring It Up
i Listen Come With Word Is Born
its The Mister Lookin Real Hard The Catch
my Sister Now Where They At As I Grip
the Sack So Step Back Trippin How I Break
the Back Now Just To Set It Off As I Know
behaviour You Catch The Track On Time You Know
the Flavour Its The Saviour I Gave You Room
to Breathe Listen Then Stop And Letem Freeze

im Commin Phat Its Goldie Blowin On Dis Track
we Cutz No Slack Cuz C-B-K Has Got My Back
its Mr. P Comin From The East Niggas
cant Set Speakin On Dem Bumpin Beats
now Watch Red Dogg Cuz Hes My Hog
straight From Dem Cali-Sreetz
so Throw Your Hands Up Ridin In The Cut
no You Cant Get Too Much
runnin With C-Block And It Dont Stop
til We Pop Cuz We Droppin Dem Cuz

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(Sent By Peter S, Linz, Austria, E-Mail [email protected]