We like up the spot (Summa the time) known for fronting, not (Summa the time) We give our shows all we got, the stage and lots play us Like the sun because hot, hot
It's Sheep, beep-beep, everybody on your feet Catch the beat, sweet, got you bopping down the street Shorts to short-sets, for short sex Forties, my forte Butterfill and Becks
defines Dres, D-R-E-S, no further ado I charcoal, broil and foil more than any In the breeze like Lenin, when Im beginning In Nueva York, better as kings' dominion
We're back again, beats across your head and back And when you front I'l you stand out like a fat African to all down south, I know it's hot as Hades Love to all the fam-a-lam I scrambled in the
Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the hour I mint and think of what? Black empowerment I think wife and black child to raise I about the winter knowing nothing last forever
In this world things happen at the of a dime things never happen at all, and yes yall
(Summa the time) Im hitting face like the breeze (Summa the time) like I rip the mic to so many degrees Huh, I'm it in your port, I'm slamming it in your court Me taking the shorts? I'm holding the for'ps, please
Some of the I'm with my crew, some of the time I'm not Bouncing down the block, up the spot But only when it's hot do I see niggas looking at me Displaying signs of jealousy, it means they're still With NV
I go by the name of the Sugar Daddy Lawnge, ripping the song Suckers see me, wanna be me but Im creamy and theyre wrong To whom it may concern, yo, even try, kid Because you couldn't see me if I was your eyelid
I rhyme for the summertime, believe I can Bring more relief grief than the Icy man Be it your front yard, stoop or porch the Kackalackan sun, I'm guaranteed to scorch
I know it was about time we dropped the now, oh We got more rolling up than even at the car wash Yeah, we're here to tan that ass like the sun For the nigga that tried to dis us, we know the dumber one
When you hear the Sheep are be on the lookout 'Cause we more hungry crowds than a cookout
(Summa the time) I like to tour around the (Summa the time) I'm hard with my girl I like to wake late for summer heat's Listen to the fat beats, we make and on a summer break
It's the summer blitz, dips with pretty with or without doe flip for hits Yo, microphone check one, be no heap topping I rock a flock and mock, Sheep, Sheep
Sonny, can you me? Honey, I be fly Money making, really a ribbon in the sky For One Love, I'm my diction less the fiction Non-believers me hiking and fishing
Now I spike like a Viking Wildstyle, like in Astoria Way back my made Ajax join the Warriors Back when park found me trying to see the band
Until in the center saw DJs as the man A bird, a plane, feel the breeze changing I put a chill in your veins, on a crowded train Im cool, more cool than dropping time
Less legit hits for ones in ninety nine a long time ago, Im getting mine Put the in genuine, son, I shine
(Summa the time) I'm respect, do you copy? (Summa the time) I'm whyling with my baby boy I'm with the Lawnge one running, ripping up Until the summer that we flex, says it's time to chill (Summa the time)