Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it
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Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked
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Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars
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It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars
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And then we went and bought a gang of balloons and had
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A water balloon fight that lasted until the night
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Then after that we played some "hide and go get it"
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With the neighborhood homegirls dumb enough to be with it
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All in fun and games and keeping it cool
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But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by
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Cause every hour's a minute, and every minute's a sec
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And if I'd came home late, my moms would ring my neck, yeah
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But I regret not the whoopings I got
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Cause to be able to play the next day was okay
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On a mission, to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees
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Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the Summer Breeze
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend
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It'll always be me (I'll always be here) [x2]
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Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17, 18
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And the only thing I know is to stay clean
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T-shirt, short pants, Nikes on spotless
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I was even old enough to buy me a Cutlass
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A little vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and
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Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen
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Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you
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My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbeque
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Before I finish my whole sentence complete
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She was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat
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And we was sliding to the Westside, stopped at the store
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To get some ??? farm, cause that make 'em kick it a little more
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And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking
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The pig on the grill, and so the day was chill
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But that night my girl was tipsy and ready to skeeze
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But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the Summer Breeze
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend
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It'll always be me (I'll always be here) [x2]
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Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when
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We was chillin' like villians and didn't have no nines
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Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim
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Now I hang around and watch the tides come in
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And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to
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Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into
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And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne
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Who's been locked up since '87, '88
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And it really ain't nothing fly about it
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So he go "I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it"
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And when it seem like things just ain't gon be right
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I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night
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And wake me up in the morn cause I shutter to think
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That could be me dead or locked away in the clink
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So I'm lifting my homie's spirits as tall as the trees
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And I can even hear him calling me, in the Summer Breeze
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend
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It'll always be me (I'll always be here) [Repeat til fade]
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Summer Breeze
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| DJ Quik |
