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What's up homes? Welcome to the catacombs
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We seduce the microphones, bless the chron - got me in a zone
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Just another Saturday night at the spizot
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We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop
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Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey
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Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru's
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Ride the summer groove
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The incense enhance the hoes deliverance
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Niggaz takin a chance - askin for that lap dance
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But see these females, they ain't strippers, don't flip
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But your money back in your pocket
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You ain't got to tip
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Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs
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And most people ain't never seen a table full of bud
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See members in my backyard
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Members at my door
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Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga - 64
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A little barbecue while we get our groove on
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The homey loop a beat, Im a lace somethin smooth on em
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My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz
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People servin them eight figures in the land of records
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In California lifestyle, you can't ignore the crime
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So niggaz stand in line for the life and times
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Get your grind on
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See I never forget (Those summer days)
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Homey gettin they back up
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Finna get me sack on
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Niggaz gettin they stack on
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Junkies gettin they crack on
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Hoez stay cuz they wanna play
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(Those summer days)
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Bitches gettin they game on
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Homeys gettin they bang on
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Niggaz gettin they slang on
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Bitches gettin the jank on
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I'm in here coolin ready to shake em
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Nigga what they hittin foe?
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Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store
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Females are comin through
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Ready to kick it with the crew
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I like them Barbie Coast hoes
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Touchin they toes for them dollar bills
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And when it's drama - best believe it be on
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Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown
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Because I once knew a nigga who tried to trip one night
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But he didn't know where the fuck he was cuz
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I lit him up like a light
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Cuz I know niggaz from Ghost Town
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Niggaz from Sin Town (whoop whoop)
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Even them niggaz from the Islands know that we ridaz
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? in the other room breakin niggaz, slappin bones
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On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones
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Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up
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Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper
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To tame niggaz, the same niggaz that was cool an hour ago
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Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo
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Or is it that bitch that ready to go home
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When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on
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Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up
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Mad cuz he got stuck
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Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep
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We understand your agony of defeat
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Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen
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We come strapped ready to tap that ass - tell a friend
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And say you heard it from some killers
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Some big wheel dealers
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Out to check a mill of em
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That's why I never forget (Those summer days)
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Playaz get your swerve on
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Homeys gettin they herb on
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Bitches gettin they perm on
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Riches gettin they serve on
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{female singing} Hoes stay cuz they wanna play
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Those summer days
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Niggaz gettin they quote on
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Homeys gettin they swole on
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Riders gettin they roll on
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Players get your flow on
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{singing} those summer days
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those summer days
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Remember those summer days
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Those summer summer Sunday
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Summer days
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summer days
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