Now even I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it Having a gang of fun and much too young to be 'Cause when I was thirteen you we didn't have cars It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle
And then we went and bought a gang of And had a balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we some hide and go get it With the neighborhood girls, dumb enough to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it But my my, when you're kicking it, flys by 'Cause every a minute and every minute's a sec And if I came home late my moms ring my neck, yeah
But I regret not the I got 'Cause to be to play the next day was okay On a mission to hit up the fruit trees Just a bunch of chillin', enjoying the summer breeze
Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and always be here
Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older 17 or 18 And the thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, on spotless I was even old enough to buy me a
Saw a vehicle to ride around town, with the hoes and down the window and mack to the one who's chosen Yo, biker pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ and my homies is having a barbecue
Before I my whole sentence complete Yeah she was off the bus stop and in my seat And we was sliding to the westside, at the store To get some farm because that make 'em kick it a little more
And at the spot, you know that chicken was The pig on the and so the day was chill But that night my girl was tipsy and was to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the breeze
Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Now I'm 23 and I the times when We was like villains and didn't have no nines Like we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides in
And I'm thinking how many funerals I've to Watching all my homies get in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's locked up since '87, '88
And it really ain't nothing fly it So he go 'I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and cry about it' And when it seem like things just gon' be right I gotta my creator for letting me sleep last night
And wake me up in the morn because I shutter to That could be me dead or away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as as the trees And I can even hear him me, in the summer breeze
Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be
Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here Summer