Cool Summer

[Intro] Cool cool summer, ah ah Cool cool summer, ah ah [Verse 1: David Eff] Yo In the summertime heat When the pulse is back You get to bumpin the beat Hear me attackin the track, I lack Nothing at all, got the baddest gear Swooping in the cruiser, bringing up the rear I keep it current, keep it coming correct I feel the burn for the hustle like the sun on my neck But yo I gotta play it cool like xylitol When the honeys get to laying out like wall-to-wall I wanna knock it out the park like a little leaguer Cus the girls get choosy when the boys get eager My funds are too meager to gas my ride But ladies say that I’m fly when I cycle by That’s why I get on down til the early morn Leave two grass angels on the neighbors lawn They call me B-I-G S-P Double O- N Don’t believe me dude? Better check with your girlfriend [Chorus] It’s so good, It’s so good when you can take off the hoodie It’s alright, summertime In my hood, In my hood, ain't nobody can thrill me quite like A cool cool summer [Verse 2: Davey] I got a fresh pair of Double-D Batteries in my boombox Whole block coming down with that sound Of the CS-Summertime some are fly, some are hot Time to take you on a critical ride Alright alright, sunshine to nine And we got all night to do just what we like And we like whatever feelin’ right Ain't clappin’ no caps just clap to the beat Of the lyrical ice cream truck, bringin y’all the treats And the honeys all lookin’ so good In the back of the yard, the back of the car Forget about the bed we sleepin’ underneath the stars I’m from the city of Reno, where we getting mad dough Closing escrow on this mad track, so stand back Back to the song of your summertime crush We crack the can, did you pack a lunch? [Chorus] [Verse 3: David Eff & Davey] Now if I can drop a verse then I can pick it back up Like Usain Bolt, I’m gonna tear this track up So get get to stepping like it’s double double dutch The summer time style is too much to touch I be that dumpster jumper with a farmer’s tan Throwin out MC’s like a garbage man We bout to blow the roof off your party van And when we wake up in the morning we just start again We gonna take it to the streets on the Equinox Summer Jams comin out your Speaker box Yo this ain’t a yard sale, but we’ll clean yo clocks And break the windows on the block like a box of rocks And yo the sun don’t set on the noise we make We came to blow this party up like yellow cake Yeah maybe I’m dirty, but I’m still the bomb And tonight we gonna party like it’s Ramadan I’m from the church of funk here to bring you the news We got the cure for the summertime blues You got the need for the word of truth They seeing the power in these 1’s and 2’s Mista Neeva I’m feelin the feva Hold up your head let me relieve ya Preach on y’all, til y’all believers The hook, the line now here’s the sinker [Chorus] x2