Now even though I was only a young buck, I was 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 double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars
And then we and bought a gang of balloons And had a balloon fight that lasted until the night Then after that we played 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 kicking it, time flys by 'Cause every hour's a minute and minute's a sec And if I came late my moms would ring 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', enjoying the breeze
breeze, flowing like 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
Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting like 17 or 18 And the only I know is to stay clean T-shirt, short pants, on spotless I was even old to buy me a cutlass
Saw a vehicle to ride town, play with the hoes and Roll 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 is having a barbecue
Before I finish my whole 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 farm 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 night my girl was tipsy and was ready to skeeze But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the breeze
breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you need to 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
Now I'm 23 and I the times when We was like villains and didn't have no nines Like when we to mob to beaches to kick it and swim Now I hang around and watch the tides in
And I'm thinking how many 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 Who's been locked up '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 like things 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 That could be me or locked away in the clink So I'm my homies spirits as tall as the trees And I can even hear him me, in the summer breeze
Summer breeze, 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 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 breeze, flowing like the wind Boy you to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here
Summer breeze, flowing like the 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
Summer breeze, flowing 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 breeze