We blowing up the spot (Summa the time) known for fronting, not (Summa the time) We give our shows all we got, wreck the and lots play us Like the sun were hot, hot
It's Black Sheep, beep-beep, on your feet the beat, sweet sweet, got you bopping down the street Shorts to short-sets, for short sex Forties, my Butterfill and four Becks
That Dres, D-R-E-S, no further ado I charcoal, and foil more than any barbecue In the breeze like Lenin, listen Im beginning In Nueva York, better known as kings'
back again, smacking beats across your head and back And when you I'l make 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 in the eghties
Now we're in the Nineties, as months go where the went I stack mint and think of what? Black I think wife and black child to together I think about the winter knowing last forever
In this things happen at the drop of a dime Some things never happen at all, and yes
(Summa the time) Im your face like the breeze (Summa the time) It's like I rip the mic to so many Huh, I'm docking it in your port, I'm it in your court Me the shorts? I'm holding the for'ps, child please
of the time I'm with my crew, some of the time I'm not Bouncing down the block, blowing up the But only when it's hot do I see nuff niggas at me Displaying signs of jealousy, it means they're still With NV
I go by the name of the Sugar Dick Daddy Lawnge, the song Suckers see me, wanna be me but Im and theyre dead wrong To it may concern, yo, dont even try, kid Because you see me even if I was your eyelid
When I rhyme for the summertime, I can Bring more relief grief than the Icy man Be it front yard, your 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 niggas rolling up than at the car wash Yeah, we're here to tan that ass like the sun For the nigga that tried to dis us, we he's the dumber one
you hear the Sheep are rocking be on the lookout 'Cause we gather more hungry crowds than a
(Summa the time) I like to tour around the (Summa the time) I'm chilling hard with my I like to wake late for summer heat's Listen to the fat beats, we and chill on a summer break
It's the summer blitz, dips pretty lips with or without doe flip for hits Yo, check one, be no other heap topping I rock a and mock, Sheep, Sheep rocking
Sonny, can you me? Honey, I be fly Money making, really there's a in the sky For One Love, I'm my diction less the fiction Non-believers thought me and fishing
Now I spike like a Viking Wildstyle, like in Astoria Way back my peoples made Ajax join the Back when jams found me trying to see the band
Until in the center saw DJs as the man A bird, a plane, feel the breeze lanes I put a chill in your veins, even on a train Im cool, more cool than Morris dropping
Less legit hits for some in ninety nine Since a long ago, Im getting mine Put the in genuine, son, I shine
(Summa the time) I'm taking respect, do you (Summa the time) I'm whyling with my baby boy I'm with the one running, ripping up tracks Until the summer skill we flex, says it's time to chill (Summa the time)