Now though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked 'Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't cars It was either double the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars
And then we went and bought a gang of And had a water balloon fight that lasted until the Then that we played some hide and go get it the neighborhood home girls, dumb enough to be with it
All in fun and and keeping it cool But my my, you're kicking it, time flys by 'Cause every hour's a minute and minute's a sec And if I came home late my moms would ring my neck,
But I regret not the I got 'Cause to be to play the next day was okay On a mission to hit up the neighbor's fruit Just a bunch of kids chillin', the summer breeze
Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to know that you got a and I'll always be here
Now I'm growing fuzz, getting older like 17 or 18 And the only I know is to stay clean T-shirt, pants, Nike's on spotless I was old enough to buy me a cutlass
Saw a vehicle to ride around town, play with the 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 Quik and my homies is having a
Before I finish my sentence complete Yeah she was off the bus and in my passenger seat And we was to the westside, stopped at the store To get some bulls farm because that make 'em kick it a little
And at the spot, you know that was kicking The pig on the grill and so the day was But that night my was tipsy and was ready to skeeze But I even trip, too busy jocking the summer breeze
Summer breeze, 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 that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Now I'm 23 and I remember the times We was chillin' like and didn't have no nines Like when we used to mob to to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the come in
And I'm thinking how funerals I've been to Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes put 'em into And then I a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne been locked up since '87, '88
And it really ain't fly about it So he go 'I'm a stay strong or I'm a down and simply cry about it' And when it seem like things just ain't gon' be I gotta thank my for letting me sleep last night
And me up in the morn because I shutter to think That could be me dead or away in the clink So I'm lifting my spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him calling me, in the summer
Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a and I'll always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a and I'll always be here Summer breeze, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a and I'll always be here
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and always be here breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here Summer