Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to it a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked 'Cause when I was you know we didn't have cars It was either double the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars
And we went and bought a gang of balloons And had a water balloon fight lasted until the night Then that we played some hide and go get it With the neighborhood girls, dumb enough to be with it
All in fun and games and it cool But my my, when you're kicking it, flys by 'Cause every hour's a and every minute's a sec And if I came home late my moms would my neck, yeah
But I not the whoopings I got 'Cause to be able to the next day was okay On a to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees Just a bunch of kids chillin', the summer breeze
Summer breeze, flowing 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
Now I'm growing fuzz, getting older like 17 or 18 And the only 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 around town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one who's Yo, them biker pants is looking right on you My name is DJ Quik and my homies is a barbecue
Before I finish my sentence complete Yeah she was off the bus and in my passenger seat And we was sliding to the westside, at the store 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 grill and so the day was But that night my girl was and was ready to skeeze But I even trip, too busy jocking the summer breeze
breeze, flowing like the wind 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 you got a friend and I'll always be here
Now I'm 23 and I remember the when We was chillin' like villains and didn't no nines Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and Now I around and watch the tides come in
And I'm thinking how many I've been to Watching all my get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne been locked up since '87, '88
And it really nothing fly about it So he go 'I'm a stay strong or I'm a break and simply cry about it' And when it seem like just ain't gon' be right I gotta my creator for letting me sleep last night
And wake me up in the morn because I shutter to could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him me, in the summer breeze
Summer breeze, flowing like the 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, like the wind Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll be here breeze, flowing 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 to know 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 I'll always be
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 need to that you got a friend and I'll always be here breeze