Tom Baker - Summer lyrics

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Tom Baker - Summer lyrics

[Verse 1] Six n***as in a G ride Squadded up, headed to the East side They try to clown 'cause we from West L.A Them n***as think we boujie and we just for play Got a AK And a .38 Lower-Middle cla** n***as movin' up the murder rate The other day they was talkin' real big Caught me slippin' up the West field with my kid At the bus stop, with my baby's mom Tried to keep it cool Said I didn't want no problems They took off on me anyway All I had was my hands and some pepper spray My lady and my son had to run away They should've k**ed me but I lived to fight another day I know where they stay I know where they be Your best friend is your enemy's enemy We pulled up Got the drop on 'em Them b**h n***as went and called the cops on us We got pulled over 'bout a block away They snatched the big homie, and took his AK [Hook] I can't wait 'till the Summer come The big homie get another gun Motherf**ers thought that they wanted some Now we the n***as that they runnin' from I can't wait 'till the summer come The big homie get another gun Motherf**ers thought that they wanted some Now we the n***as that they runnin' from [Verse 2] Deuce-deuce in the chrome 4-5 These n***as talkin' peace but the beef won't die You can find me in that chair, put the needle to my arm 'Fore I ever let another man do me harm 'Cause I remember When they said that they was comin' for us We kicked back and waited all summer for it Them n***as had they chance And now the big homie home, and yep We got plans And I ain't talkin' 'bout no Summer vacation I'm talkin' bout f**in' off my probation I ain't talkin' 'bout Disney Land I'm talkin' eight of us, deep in a mini-van No volleyball, sun tans or surfboards Just a bunch of n***as dead from a turf war That's how my best friend missed his first tour 'Cause we act like our lives ain't worth more [Hook] I can't wait 'till the Summer come The big homie get another gun Motherf**ers thought that they wanted some Now we the n***as that they runnin' from I can't wait 'till the summer come The big homie get another gun Motherf**ers thought that they wanted some Now we the n***as that they runnin' from