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    [ VERSE 1: Bosco Money ]
    Summertime, summertime, mh-mh, summertime
    Warm breeze, state of mind
    Kinda peaceful, you can feel it in the air
    The time of year when the Earth gets nearer to the sun
    And the temperature rises
    And people she'd their winter disguises
    Girls in short shorts, dudes in bermudas
    Shootin to the beach on Honda scooters
    For some fun in the sun while the daylight last
    Other people just layin out on the grass
    Gettin Saint Tropez with the band that's ol
    And the heat beatin down bakes the troubles away
    It's like that, the warm weather is here
    But summertime only come once a year
    So I'ma make sure I got on the freshest gear
    And sport the type of girlie make ya stop and stare
    And sweat, cause that's the type to get
    All you gotta do is play yourself correct
    Throw on some shades, to get with the sport
    To clock cuties all day and not get caught
    Hop in a ride, drop the top
    Let the system pump until the record stop
    Kick back, relax, ease your mind
    Savour every minute of the summertime

    [ CHORUS: Lady Of Rage ]
    Ooohh, I like summer
    He-e-heeey
    In the summertime
    I wish it was summer
    He-e-heeey
    All the time

    [ VERSE 2: Bosco Money ]
    Summertime, 95 in the shade
    Coolin with a icey cold glass of lemonade
    Quenchin my thirst, got my shades on too and
    As girls walk by, you know what I'm doin
    Sneakin a peek on a freak on the sly tip
    Hail a cab, take a trip to the beach
    Soak in some rays
    Break out the Pepsis, the Frito Lays
    Set up my blanket with mellow drama
    See the ultraviolet sun like microvave mama
    I been dyin to meet, so I get to my feet
    Step to her, get the digits, and my day is complete
    Break down my set up, and head back home
    Call the female on my cellular phone
    Beat around the bush to keep it stimulatin
    Don Juan love rap, and get to conversatin
    Hot and heavy on the birds and the bees
    Get her address, head like a breeze
    Out the door, but I can't tell you no more
    Cause I left the rest of the rhyme on her bedroom floor
    Hop in a ride, drop the top
    Let the system pump until the record stop
    Kick back, relax, ease your mind
    Savour every minute of the summertime

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    [ CHORUS ]

    [ VERSE 3: Bosco Money ]
    Summertime, lemon lime
    Sun goin down, but night time's the right time
    To flaunt the tan, the boutique ensemble
    And indulge in a deluxe convo
    Ice cream sundae with nuts and berries
    Makin sure I don't get a drop on my sparies
    Of course sportin shades, the frames is torters
    Checkin out a cutie in some hyped up high-waters
    Holes in the knees, hair blowin in the wind
    Lookin so fly, it's a doggone sin
    I smile, she smiles back, and I'm cool
    I know her name, cause she went to my school
    But I don't say it, just play it off and keep walkin
    Sometimes eye contact is better than talkin
    Or hawkin too hard like you just got back from the joint
    Understand my point?
    So I get to the record shop, steal an eye in
    I'm in the neighborhood, and feel like buyin
    Sometin new, like a compact disc
    Especially if the music make me feel like this
    Hop in a ride, drop the top
    Let the system pump until the record stop
    Kick back, relax, ease your mind
    Savour every minute of the summertime

    [ CHORUS ]

    I like summertime
    In the winter time
    It's got to be summertime
    In the spring time
    It's got to be summertime
    In the fall time
    It's got to be summertime

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