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Intro/Chorus: *sung* |
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summer, summer, summertime |
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time to sit back and unwind |
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Verse One: Fresh Prince |
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Here it is the groove slightly transformed |
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just a bit of a break from the norm |
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just a little somethin' to break the monotony |
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of all that hardcore dance that has gotten to be |
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a little bit out of control it's cool to dance |
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but what about the groove that soothes that moves romance |
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give me a soft subtle mix |
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and if ain't broke then don't try to fix it |
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and think of the summers of the past |
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adjust the base and let the alpine blast |
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pop in my CD and let me run a rhyme |
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and put your car on cruise and lay back cause this is summertime |
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Chorus |
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Verse Two: Fresh Prince |
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school is out and it's a sort of a buzz |
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but back then I didn't really know what it was |
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but now I see what have of this |
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the way that people respond to summer madness |
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the weather is hot and girls are dressing less |
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and checking out the fellas to tell 'em who's best |
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ridin around in your jeep or your benzos |
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or in your nissan stting on lorenzos |
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back in Philly we be ou in the park |
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a place called the plateau is where everybody go |
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guys out hunting and girls doing likewise |
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honking at the honey in front of you with the light eyes |
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she turn around to see what you beeping at |
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it's like the summers a natural afrodesiac |
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and with a pen and pad I compose this rhyme |
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to hit you and get you equipped for the summer time |
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Chorus |
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Verse Three: Fresh Prince |
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it's late in the day and I ain't been on the court yet |
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hustle to the mall to get me a short set |
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yeah I got on sneaks but I need a new pair |
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cause basketball courts in the summer got girls there |
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the temperature's about 88 |
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hop in the water plug just for old times sake |
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break to ya crib change your clothes once more |
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cause you're invited to a barbeque that's starting at 4 |
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sitting with your friends cause y'all remincise |
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about the days growing up and the first person you kissed |
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and as I think back makes me wonder how |
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the smell from a grill could spark up nostalgia |
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all the kids playing out front |
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little boys messin round with the girls playing double-dutch |
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while the DJ's spinning a tune as the old folks dance at your family reunion |
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then six o'clock rolls around |
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you just finished wiping your car down |
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it's time to cruise so you go to the summertime hangout |
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it looks like a car show |
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everybody come lookin real fine |
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fresh from the barber shop or fly from the beauty salon |
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every moment frontin and maxin |
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chillin in the car they spent all day waxin |
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leanin to the side but you can't speed through |
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two miles an hour so everybody sees you |
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there's an air of love and of happiness |
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and this is the Fresh Prince's new defintion of summer madness |
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Chorus |
