Top Songs By Lost Boyz
Credits
PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lost Boyz
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Terence Dudley
Composer
Dexter Archer
Composer
Tim Patterson
Composer
Terrance Kelly
Composer
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Terence Dudley
Producer
Buttnaked Tim Dawg
Producer
Rawle Gittens
Mixing Engineer
Lyrics
Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time
Summer, summer, summer time
Well listen summer time in the city
Now **** ride around town, for another sounds, look before the smithy
And even on ball courts, you got the shorties watchin' fellas
Doin' anythings on they baggy shorts
And kids is having fun in the park
But there's a limit, moms says you best to be home before dark
Now we all know the flavor, were back on the black moms
Chattin' with the next door neighbour sayin' "Hi"
The folks that don't ride
Her hands on the floor head 'cause the sun keeps gettin' in the rock
Little kids in sweaty suits, with **** like Lost Boyz
Strictly t-shirts or the boots
Standin' on the van with, I'm wavin' at chicks
Takin' food from the vooda, and sips from the Mystics
Lex, coups, beemers and benz
**** hangin' with they man makin' hits
We bouncin' in the city
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
In every borough there's a crew
Of **** smokin' blunts and drinkin' brew
'Cause that's the way that us **** do
With Newports in the ear, playin' concrete sports
And shorties walk around in daisy dukes shorts, bounce
The would be throwin' jams in the park
When the buddha is sparked, they get together after dark
GG and G tapes are bangin', it's strictly Spigg Nice
And that hat black, when me and my **** are sayin'
I'm given beats to my peeps when I pass through
In 89, 'cause them shorties smoke grass too
To make a avenue, somethin' in God rule
40 Be, that is lee, agent I too
And to my peoples on the rock
One three two, one four two; yeah that's the rock
See Queens **** do they thing
Champagne and rings don't hold shit
Bang real **** hang in the city
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
It's about 98 degrees, every bodies gettin' cheese
And a downy in my round, spit is walk around in dungaries
When new burgers got a lot around the corner
See a shorty and you want, now you best to push up on her, right?
I lay my act, slick sleen back, 40 ounce down south
Bounce bounce like that
Smokin' charm as we creep through the streets
Lost Boyz, they bites and they eat meats
They blues, no socks, short skirts, t-shirts, red Reebok
Shorty bouncin' with friends
3 Piece, bbs, cloned out on the Benz
I wanna hit in the car, how them skins feel
Shorty with the ribbon in the windshield
So one two, this is how we do
Summer time, Lost Boyz comin' through in the city
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Summer, summer, summer time (summer time in the city)
Written by: Dexter Archer, T. Patterson, Terence Dudley, Terrance Kelly