Dear Summer

Dear Summer I know you've missed me I know you need me like Deja needs Frisky Ask your girlfriend, as your cell-mate I've been spitting fire since boys love girls days And I've been about since day 1 You know I represent on the beat for the street to the beach And I know it gets heated sometimes And I have to roll with the heater sometimes Believe me I'm just speaking, but its deeper than lines Yout's out shoot-out deeper than Shyne Every summer ain't a tune out deeper than mine Fuck if my gun burst, I spit hot shit My 16's get sunburns So even when I rhyme every nigger can relate If they're weaving in their rides Or they're wheeling on a bike I'm addicted to summer like a fiend that's on the pipe That's why I ain't fucking with autumn And I don't like drop tops because I can't fucking afford them You see me in a Jeep, T.I with B Listening to B.I.G and Styles P Just tryna get them P's up When you come around everybody's tryna get them G's up Few can make the olders front in beamers And you can't make Mikita look like Crisina Milian when it gets chilly I'm Constantly thinking of you in my arms I ain't fucking with winter either And I remember when I first you, cons and Fila's No I'm old school like cocapina Sarsaparilla and Kool-Aid There's no match really I'm naff naf and illy by lilly Cool raps just really like Biggie First things first I poppa Squeeze and I'll pop ya Jesus might leave you breathing I'll stop ya One shot I'll leave you sleeping like vodka I'm on the road like a car crash I'm real, I'm road I'm tarmac And yeah I'm hardback Flip flops toes don't cover mine But next year summertime NY Hummer time It's hot so you know dogs got the gun inside Stipclubs, titrubs and chicks to come inside So every year I drop a new style for you A new CD, brand new styles for you I'll even BA fly a thousand miles for you I love you I'll probably walk down the aisle for you You know I'm with you 100 percent, but yes St. Anne's you was looking your best I meet you in London looking depressed All covered up, couldn't even look at your breasts And yeah I'm fucking with you summer but I rubber up Cos I had a fling with spring break and bust a nut And yeah I'm fucking with you summer But I need to know Whats's up with you summer How comes you got the young tugs bussing every summer How come you make sure there's stress on the street Then hit Napa sex on the beach Whats up with that Yo, KA, Beats & Bars Home Sweet Home the album '05 And every summer after