S.S. (Summer Song)

[Verse 1: Sir Michael Rocks] Yo, What's the science with it? I'm talking all white cuffie, Cartiers and a Lions fitted I used to want a huffy and to try and get it I was cutting grass like a motherfucker, I admit it That humidity was literally heavy In the wrong place get chased like Chevy Niggas broke like levees, and they talking 'bout the finer things? My celly steady he get his calls from a lot of queens I'm by the book, botta-boom botta-bing A lot of kings, a lot of rooks, ain't no pawns on my team Stay calm in between, this shit is a balance beam One hand wash the other A suntan cutie came to me and was like "Damn, Mike no wonder You must have switched cribs, I ain't seen you all summer though" Damn baby if you want to know I got the same phone number and trees if you want to smoke [Hook: Latif] The way it's coming out I'm feeling like it's going to be a summer song So why don't you go ahead, turn it up, put one in the air or something A pair of fresh J's, Cartiers, throw them in the carry on (Feel the warm, feel the breeze) Summer, summer, summer song [Verse 2: Sir Michael Rocks] Put the pen to it and do you a favor, it's major Ice water dripping with the flavor You can't copy, drinking Asti Spumante We scoop sand up from right under the palm tree And then let the wind blow it away Because that's representative of how we're doing o.k I'm chill, first hit the elevator to the lobby They're partying like somebody's going away But besides all that though, I'm a slick cat, smooth gato Hate jalapeños on the nachos, they're too spicy Hop out the old school with the new Nikes Blue like the Tampa Bay Lightning I like them old joints though, new cars don't excite me Except that R8 or the Aston Martin It was looking like a shark when I passed it in traffic Double dutch jumping on the corners when we passed it [Hook]