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 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 the night Then after we played some hide and go get it With the neighborhood home girls, dumb to be with it
All in fun and games and keeping it But my my, you're kicking it, time flys by 'Cause every hour's a and every minute's a sec And if I came home late my moms ring my neck, yeah
But I not the whoopings I got 'Cause to be able to play the day was okay On a to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the breeze
breeze, flowing 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 need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older 17 or 18 And the only thing I know is to clean T-shirt, short pants, Nike's on I was even old to buy me a cutlass
Saw a vehicle to ride around town, play with the and Roll down the window and mack to the one chosen Yo, them biker pants is kinda right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a
Before I my whole sentence complete she was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the westside, stopped at the To get some bulls because that make 'em kick it a little more
And at the spot, you know chicken was kicking The pig on the and so the day was chill But that my girl was tipsy and was ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy the summer breeze
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and always be here Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here
Now I'm 23 and I remember the when We was chillin' like villains and 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 buried in them they put 'em into And I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne Who's locked up since '87, '88
And it really nothing fly about it So he go 'I'm a stay or I'm a break down and simply cry about it' And when it seem things just ain't gon' be right I gotta thank my for letting me sleep last night
And wake me up in the because I shutter to think That be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies spirits as as the trees And I can hear him calling me, in the summer breeze
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and always be here Summer breeze, flowing like the Boy you need to know that you got a friend and 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, flowing the wind Boy you need to know you got a friend and I'll always be here
breeze, flowing 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 know that you got a and I'll always be here
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 need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here Summer