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Well, it's that number for the summer, keep it Moving. Something for your outdoor parties, bring The booze in. And we can go all night Long, all night long. From when the sun's beaming until the break of Dawn. I keep an eye on the heat of The barbecue and the meat. Serving up the treats So everyone can stay on their feet. Shuffle to the beat and everybody do the soul Clap. Form a circle and watch how the B-boys Attack. like that, y'all. I'm playing live at the barbecue. Just hanging out by the keggy with the lager Crew. If the sun's out and the weather is Hot, I keep my shirts on 'cause I'll burn My The records I've got, I play 'em when I'm on the decks. Then it's Fictitious Chrome, then I'm on next. But until then, I got ribs For the grill. My six-pack's a four-pack, no Tupac For Bill. Well, the sun is shining and the night is Long. We lined up the barbecue, we're moving on. 'Cause I'm one to talk all night long. It's like make make the noise. I'm one to talk. Just something to get. I'm one to talk. This feels good. I'm one talk. the summer. I keep it simple and plain alongside the iller Biller. Still a force to be reckoned with after Drinking shots of tequila. Reload, DJ, put that Record back on. Making new memories of these days In the sun. Let the fun begin, let the Rum be poured. Laser herb if you prefer, just Don't go overboard. Well then, ladies and gentlemen, Here's a toast. To more nights like these at All C and I's your host. Let's have a stormer. It's hip hop jam and With a grill in the corner. You can't get it lit, then we'll break out The combi. 'Cause George wanna forge and get it On track like Homie. But does it really matter If I talk a load of bollocks? Some next level shit like the illest alcoholics. You can have a sniff. I'll be a deep In the mud. But my trainers are clean and I'm up for a rub. Well, the sun is shining and the night is Long. We lined up the barbecue, we're moving on. Well, the sun is shining and the night is Long. We lined up the barbecue, we're moving on. Burning and burning, feel the temperature in the Summer sun. The drink in this glass is getting Low, I need another one. I go to head hunt talks for citrus. Supplying the drink flow, he's got just the ticket. A battle of bare scratch and listening to Hijack. Fatboy's beatbox for the world windy rap. We never stop the rocked up notch hip hop. We line barbecuing, this summer gets hot. It's cool with the bat, there's enough for all. I got my stuff with the pool, off the Cuff is the rule. See, the beer is the Fuel, so we'll see how it runs. I give the drum a sum 'cause it's just Begun. But there's always one who wanna take it too Far and go and ruin all the fun. See, the moderation, I'm staying two steps ahead. So I'm off home for some tea, then I'm Going to bed. Peace. Oh, oh my God. Oh, oh my God. Oh, Oh my God. God. Oh, oh my God. Oh, oh my God. Oh, oh my God. Oh, my God. Yeah, come on, stomp. Come on, stomp. Yeah, come stomp. Yeah. yeah.