Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to 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 double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars
And then we and bought a gang of balloons And had a water balloon fight lasted until the night Then after that we some hide and go get it With the home girls, dumb enough to be with it
All in fun and and keeping it cool 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 would ring my neck,
But I not the whoopings I got 'Cause to be able to play the day was okay On a mission to hit up the neighbor's fruit Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the summer
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 some fuzz, getting older like 17 or 18 And the thing I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, on spotless I was old enough to buy me a cutlass
Saw a vehicle to ride town, play with the hoes and Roll down the window and mack to the one chosen Yo, them pants is looking kinda right on you My name is DJ and my homies is having a barbecue
Before I finish my whole sentence Yeah she was off the bus stop and in my seat And we was sliding to the westside, at the store To get some bulls farm because make 'em kick it a little more
And at the spot, you know that 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 jocking the summer
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 friend and always be here
Now I'm 23 and I the times when We was chillin' like villains and didn't have no when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I around and watch the tides come in
And I'm how many funerals I've been to all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into And then I read a letter from upstate, from my G-Wayne Who's locked up since '87, '88
And it ain't nothing fly about it So he go a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it' And when it like things just ain't gon' be right I gotta thank my creator for me sleep last night
And wake me up in the because I shutter to think could be me dead or locked away in the clink So I'm lifting my homies as tall as the trees And I can hear him calling me, in the summer breeze
Summer breeze, flowing the wind 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
Summer breeze, flowing 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 and I'll always be here
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 that you got a friend and I'll be here
Summer breeze, flowing the wind Boy you to know that 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