There's got to be a way that I can dream Simply close my eyes and see The worlds I've never known What places that my soul has been Sometimes I need
I started to feel while I was walking down the street Yes I did and I started thinking 'bout my destiny And how maybe, maybe just someday I could repay
Sometimes it happens that I'm nothing but a statue In which there is sensation stirring Crying for recognition Pleading for motion The lights begins to
and yellow [x4] [Chorus] yeah, uh huh, you know what it is everything I do, I do it big yeah, uh huh, screamin that's nothin when I pulled off the lot
it all week, time to unwind Drankin' like a tank, lose my mind This shit crazy, way too packed Rose baby, waste two stacks Hardest thing in the lot that
and join the party every day Take a vacation, fall out for a while Summer's comin' in, and it's goin' outta style Ha-ha-have lot of smokin' honey, have
way We had kin livin' south of the border They're a little older and they've been around They wrote in a letter, life is a whole lot better So pull
that fella The Gucci with the matching interior 3 wheel ride with the tire in the middle It's Fresh and stunna and we like brothers We shine like paint daddy, this our summer
the parking lot And I bet you somebody's gonna call the cops Uh ohs, here we go, here we go Yo, hot damn, Doc and Jam like a summer show I keep my car
" Her mind is Tiffany twisted, she got the Mercedes Benz She got a lot of pretty, pretty boys that she calls friends How they dance in the courtyard, sweet summer
I've been drinking, I'm high I have a lot to say I never get so down It's when you go away From the bottom of my heart From the red of my blood What
And takes every breath Leaves every scar Speaks through your soul And sings to your heart But if I knew then what I know now I'd fall in love On a summer
out with my money Then when Layzie Bone is at it again, another summer Let's have a ball nigga and keep this one blazin' Sweet breeze in the summer
don't want that shot up. Gimme my dolla's and all my change-- I like thangs. New thangs: brand new white T's, in the summer days, you know? So pay up, '
nigga to play with Now you got a leakin' T-shirt from the chay spit Pass the rock, you niggas gassed a lot I never liked ya ass, but then again, you
wishing that a nigga Had looking so clean Track jacket on my back Looking mint green Hanging off my ass It's some konvict jeans Your no longer better Your in a lot
, we ain't promised to play The last of the greats, pay homage to me [Joe Budden:] If my past had a encore, it be like a onslaught A lot of niggas died
't ever ask me about what's his name fuck him he whack Should wear a condom in the booth because I be fuckin' the track Not be in the hood a lot so I