Summertime 2018 Remaster E

Uh, radio station W-balls, balls, balls. Henny in your jaws. Live and direct, baby. Yeah. We at the summertime hoo-nick picnic, Baby. Keeping it gangsta. Yeah, we gonna do it big, real big. What's up, Skoh, Skoh? It ain't no block. No block. Make it like my block. And it feels so great. And streets so hot. Yeah. Got me living like a dope spot. Yeah. I call my homies on the phone. Got to leave a message just to let 'em Know. That if they ever need the chrome, Just call my spot. Call And if by chance I'm not at home. You could two-way me and it won't be long. Before I get right back and then some. Just call my spot. Call my spot. Yeah, all I do is spit Fluid. Yeah. All we do is hit music. Dipping through quick with a clique too thick. With a stick too sticky and a chick who Do quickies. In my Y. A. Dickies, my Kingpin's crispy. Off Ing-Bang Tipsy, no bling-bling with me. I'm only one-fifty so my thing-thing with me. I ride for my team 'cause my team dream With me. Make schemes with me, chase cream with Me. Sixteen, seventeen, eighteen with me. Ain't no squad, no squad, nigga like Skoh squad. Y. A. That it's summertime, so let's stay till Late. Don't it feel so great to see my Family and my friends? So we can do it Again. Summertime, so let's stay till late. Don't it feel so great to see my family And my friends? we can do it again. It's Biz-Nitty, live from my city. Y city, A city, it ain't pretty. French braids to the back, 'bout six. Barbecue at the flat, 'round six. Rolled up at seven, the food's all gone. Beer in the rear but the fools all gone. Looked at the squares, fools get gone. It's a Y. A. family affair, we been gone. Summertime. Summertime. Celebrate. Whoa. Don't feel so great to see family and My friends? Again. Summertime, so let's celebrate. It's feeling great. Don't it feel so great to see my family And my friends? So we can do it again. Young Rose bossing up with the camp, grow up. I got some players in the back with a Sack, roll up. Rose stroll up, I see YG Got the honey sewed up. El Tizzle, Bizzle, raw skizzle, Big trizzle, all my nizzles. I got a neck bone sandwich on a grizzle. You better swallow, I got a neck bone thick Brizzle. You better holler, let's chill and pop a Fizzle. Crack the top off, showing up on these Red knockoffs. Broad hoes, tax-free, Blow they socks off. My family not soft, Two teams, one dream. Bloods and Crips congregating on one scene. Supreme commander Gotti got a squad of red bones. Youth Authority blowing speakers and headphones. Home sweet home, Inglewood, Californ-ia. Kennel Gang, redrum and leak on you. My car on E. E. I just pulled up to the spot and hopped Out, my car on G. G. I spiked the punch, the whole bar on E. E. Light come up, all the stars on Me. Yeah. I'ma show you how the G's do, Baby. Come on. How the CPT do, Baby. Y. A. I'ma show you how The West do, Baby. Yeah. I'ma show you how the East do, Baby. Come Ride with me. Slide with with me. All my Y. A. Rollas get high with me. Let's take a few brews to the neck. To the neck. Why don't you show the little Homie some respect? What up, Hump got the blunts And the cigarettes, hold up. Y. A. the clique, nigga, throw it up, Y's up. It's a family affair, I gotta show up. Everybody show love when a nigga roll up. I'm with my nigga, my nigga's with me. Now how many bitches wanna be a Gotti? We the Gotti's, paper-chasing together. No matter the situation, the mission of liberation. The critics and litigations, limitations, Intimidation. It's a perfect situation for a Celebration. No hesitation, I'm pacing, facing the Grill. Anticipating the moment we make it over the Hill. Pulled up slowly, showing the new Rollie. What's happening, Wardy? YG. Everybody know me. Everybody loaded, Red-eyed and smiling. Money piling, showing diamonds, straight wildin'. Big body whips and thick city chicks. Y. A. picnic, no stress to deal with. A little bit of ice, a whole lot of Henny. The big homie shooting dice and I'm all In it. It's summertime, so let's enjoy the weather. Let's laugh, shoot some crap, just relax. Feels like old times when we're all together. Sit back, smoke a sack. And it's summertime and it feels so great. Won't you grab a plate to see your family And your friends? So we it's summertime. It's summertime and it feels so great. I'm feeling so great. Grab a plate to see your family and your Friends? So we can do it again. So we Can do it again. Yeah, Gotti Adolf in the nigga. We can do it again. Kurupt, you know, just queuing it up with my Camp. This my camp, the Gestapo. Who wanna see us? Y. A., Aaron, Red Bones, the Kennel.