P-Lo - Summer Jam lyrics

[Hook: Kool John] Me and my n***as made a Summer Jam Me and my n***as to the Summer Jam Me and my n***as kilt the Summer Jam Me and my n***as most wanted at the Summer Jam We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah We shut it down shut it down shut it down, yeah [Verse 1: Kool John] Shmoplife boys we like to party Tear up the party, don't drink Bacardi I drink up the Henny, my blunts not skinny Women got plenty, my n***as with me Big booty girl shaking they bu*t Yeah baby got bu*t, I'm blatant as f** I be making them bucks, man hating is buck I be baking the funk, I be quaking in your trunk City from city, I like my girls really pretty You n***as faking the funk, you n***as Milli Vanilli I be geeked up, with my feet up Cops some more swishers looking for the trees bruh She gave me head like a ball cap, under her bald strap Big a** with a bald cat I need them haters and i'm looking for the back If I ain't a Shmop boy then what do you call that (YEE!) [Hook] [Verse 2: P-Lo] Young P-Lo I'm the hoes favorite HBK the gang ain't nothing to play with No reply they ain't talking the payments Your b**h hit my phone always making arrangements I'm in my zone, haters k** it alone Mixing Gin with Cris I'm taking shots to the dome See me out of town I'm always repping my home Always stealing the style these other rappers is clones, uh More b**hes more gold chains, yeah Don't want a piece I want the whole thing, yeah Always keep it hot like propane, yeah Say they going hard spitting no flame, yeah Tell a bad b**h to pop it for a pimp While you laying with the b**h you a f**ing S.I.M.P Money, money, money yeah I gotta get f** the politics, my gang I'm riding with [Hook] [Verse 3: IamSu!] I'm Heart Break minded, ice cold climate Gold teeth gold chain I don't do the diamonds Haters can't stop me, no they can't hold me She be head first to the balls like a goalie Holy moly, two tone rollie You show your dude love like my name Mick Foley Summer jam champ yeah, plotting on a mansion Center like a letter yeah I stamped it Big man on campus, I'm the dean Stepped out clean fresh, on the scene G-Star jeans, cost like three Bet your girlfriend want a boss like me But she can't ever have it, uh I'ma Heart Break savage, yeah I'ma Ben Frank addict, yeah Automatic, systematic