Gravity - Summertime lyrics

[Verse 1: Kool G Rap] Summertime is hot, fly drops and tank tops Corona, South side Queens blocks, it rains shots QB to Woodhaven, n***as in hoods, blazing b**hes in shorts, sa**, thighs thick, ride dick Guys with opposite tips sliding their sh** Funeral parlor flooded, cause that Luger so rugged A young cannon pushed his brain out in the public Foul dudes who circle round your food like buzzards, cousin Money stashed, (?) a**a**ins with double axis Three to four masked men, ready to bust with pa**ion Real n***as move in silence without too much attraction My ways are old fashioned, I wisened up, f** the flashing Don't try to register on nobody radar Except for when he pop up with an AR, okay, y'all With chaos, and gauge y'all like Adolf The permanent payoff with the cage Or leave your (?) off or leg off Far from rocket science, nothing to pop the iron Hold on a couple, get that off the muscle Play yourself, get drum rolled, percussion, n***a f** you Have a ba*tard closed casket, cause the grim features Pay me in blood, there's men sleeping, that spent liters The shells get hot, get hit with intense fever Real goons, saloon sh**, come with ten squeezers Summertime, temperature climb, hundred degree sh** [Hook: Gravity and Adil Omar] You people got a lot to say Stay the f** out my way Round after round hits the ground No, you're not gonna get up Buckshots go bang Came to take everythang Round after round, summertime No, they're not gonna get us [Verse 2: Gravity] Just an emcee filled with anger Hotter than a chicken and cheese chimichanga Big dog, wigga, when I piss, lift my leg up Ghetto drug dealer, yellow bricks like legos If n***as wanna beef, we can take it out (?) (?Spanish?) - means you s** penis Scummy wants money, mommy bought me two bunnies Then I gutted the fuzzy f**s and stuck 'em onto my feet Gonna beat up the women if they don't wanna snuggle with me Syrup and peanut bu*ter on her juicy coochie, punchin' p**y s**er for motherf**ing love, let's cuddle to a movie Honey, bunny, put your punnani on my scummy salami, bologna And watch your homie bust a nut, it's the color of money On your tummy and in your belly bu*ton; lumpy Got your gravy, baby, succulent, finger f**ing Pinky licking, (?) knuckle, baby, icky, sticky, yum, yucky [Verse 3: Greydon Square] Start new part two of star view in an art school Get a bar stool if you start duel My name should be read with a Cartouche in front of it I wonder if any of my opponents can stomach it I'm the one that's with colonel Sam Carter We be out on dates planning our future granddaughters She sneaks me off-world weed to jam harder If I battled your crew, I'd be charged with manslaughter Adil Omar, KGR plus the Greydon Our legend's secure, while you're still trying to break in These cats are worse than just actors, they're Reagans Started off on the left but ended up on the pavement Don't even have a soul, you're still trying to save it Assa**ins on the run carrying hatchets that's makeshift Bring your rudeness to the ludus and let's do this You don't even bear the mark, facing me is stupid [Hook: Gravity and Adil Omar] You people got a lot to say Stay the f** out my way Round after round hits the ground No, you're not gonna get up Buckshots go bang Came to take everythang Round after round, summertime No, they're not gonna get us [Verse 4: Adil Omar] You could feel the heat from a suicide vest and if you choose to ride Either way you lose, in the end you're gonna lose your life Horrible perversion, regardless of conversion Exploding supermarkets, false promises of virgins Summertime sunshine, burning your skin Saving Face, your saving grace will make you turn on your kin A paranoid husband give a f** about divorcing Wife missing all her features in a tub of Hydrofluoric acid You ain't ready for the static, cause when the drama spills The scene changes to a motherf**ing honor k** Elite kids and their big fat wallets Get snatched out their rides in a kidnap climate Where the chicks at? - hide em, the predators out It's gonna be a hot summer, if you're ever in doubt That it's ugly, trust me, it's one of the worst Just a deadly combination of hunger and thirst, summertime [Hook: Gravity and Adil Omar] You people got a lot to say Stay the f** out my way Round after round hits the ground No, you're not gonna get up Buckshots go bang Came to take everythang Round after round, summertime No, they're not gonna get us