Intro/Chorus: *sung*
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summer summer summertime
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time to sit back and unwind
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Verse One: Fresh Prince
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Here it is the groove slightly transformed
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just a bit of a break from the norm
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just a little somethin' to break the monotony
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of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be
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a little bit out of control it's cool to dance
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but what about the groove that soothes that moves romance
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give me a soft subtle mix
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and if ain't broke then don't try to fix it
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and think of the summers of the past
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adjust the base and let the alpine blast
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pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme
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and put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime
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Chorus
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Verse Two: Fresh Prince
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school is out and it's a sort of a buzz
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a back then I didn't really know what it was
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but now I see what have of this
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the way that people respond to summer madness
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the weather is hot and girls are dressing less
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and checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best
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riding around in your jeep or your benzos
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or in your Nissan stting on lorenzos
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back in Philly we be ou in the park
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a place called the plateau is where everybody goes
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guys out hunting and girls doing likewise
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honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes
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she turn around to see what you beeping at
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it's like the summers a natural afradesiac
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and with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme
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to hit you and get you equipped for the summer time
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Chorus
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Verse Three: Fresh Prince
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it's late in the day and I ain't been on the court yet
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hustle to the mall to get me a short set
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yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair
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cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there
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the temperature's about 88
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hop in the water plug just for old times sake
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break to ya crib change your clothes once more
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cause you're invited to a barbeque that's starting at 4
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sitting with your friends cause y'all remincise
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about the days growing up and the first person you kiss
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and as I think back makes me wonder how
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the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia
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all the kids playing out front
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little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch
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while the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion
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then six o'clock rolls around
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you just finished wiping your car down
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it's time to cruise so you head to the summertime hangout
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it looks like a car show
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everybody come lookin real fine
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fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon
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every moment frontin and maxin
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chillin in the car they spent all day waxin
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leanin to the side but you can't spead through
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Two miles an hour so everybody sees you
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there's an air of love and of happiness
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and this is the Fresh Prince's new defintion of summer madness
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Chorus
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Summertime
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| DJ Jazzy Jeff & The Fresh Prince |
