What's up homes? Welcome to the catacombs  We seduce the microphones, bless the chron - got me in a zone  Just another Saturday night at the spizot  We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop  Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey  Them thourough-breds and conversation with these tru's  Ride the summer groove  The incense enhance the hoes deliverance  Niggaz takin a chance - askin for that lap dance  But see these females, they ain't strippers, don't flip  But your money back in your pocket  You ain't got to tip  Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs  And most people ain't never seen a table full of bud  See members in my backyard  Members at my door  Members down the street bout to sell this sucka nigga - 64  A little barbecue while we get our groove on  The homey loop a beat, I’m a lace somethin smooth on em  My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz  People servin them eight figures in the land of records  In California lifestyle, you can't ignore the crime  So niggaz stand in line for the life and times  Get your grind on    See I never forget (Those summer days)  Homey gettin they back up  Finna get me sack on  Niggaz gettin they stack on  Junkies gettin they crack on  Hoez stay cuz they wanna play  (Those summer days)  Bitches gettin they game on  Homeys gettin they bang on  Niggaz gettin they slang on  Bitches gettin the jank on    I'm in here coolin ready to shake em  Nigga what they hittin foe?  Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store  Females are comin through  Ready to kick it with the crew  I like them Barbie Coast hoes  Touchin they toes for them dollar bills  And when it's drama - best believe it be on  Cuz steppin on the wrong toes will get your head blown  Because I once knew a nigga who tried to trip one night  But he didn't know where the fuck he was cuz  I lit him up like a light  Cuz I know niggaz from Ghost Town  Niggaz from Sin Town (whoop whoop)  Even them niggaz from the Islands know that we ridaz  ? in the other room breakin niggaz, slappin bones  On the low-low, fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones  Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up  Bout to break out the mac and the pistol grip pumper  To tame niggaz, the same niggaz that was cool an hour ago  Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo  Or is it that bitch that ready to go home  When the homeys roll and kick it they get high and get they freak on  Or a fool locin up cuz he got drunk for his last night come up  Mad cuz he got stuck  Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep  We understand your agony of defeat  Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen  We come strapped ready to tap that ass - tell a friend  And say you heard it from some killers  Some big wheel dealers  Out to check a mill of em  That's why I never forget (Those summer days)    Playaz get your swerve on  Homeys gettin they herb on  Bitches gettin they perm on  Riches gettin they serve on    {female singing} Hoes stay cuz they wanna play  Those summer days    Niggaz gettin they quote on  Homeys gettin they swole on  Riders gettin they roll on  Players get your flow on    {singing} those summer days  those summer days  Remember those summer days  Those summer summer Sunday  Summer days