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Now even though I was only a young buck, I was still trying to kick it |
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Having a gang of fun and much too young to be wicked |
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'Cause when I was thirteen you know we didn't have cars |
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It was either double ride the peg nuts or hop on the handle bars |
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And then we went and bought a gang of balloons |
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And had a water balloon fight that lasted until the night |
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Then after that we played some hide and go get it |
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With the neighborhood home girls, dumb enough to be with it |
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All in fun and games and keeping it cool |
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But my my, when you're kicking it, time flys by |
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'Cause every hour's a minute and every minute's a sec |
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And if I came home late my moms would ring my neck, yeah |
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But I regret not the whoopings I got |
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'Cause to be able to play the next day was okay |
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On a mission to hit up the neighbor's fruit trees |
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Just a bunch of kids chillin', enjoying the summer breeze |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Now I'm growing some fuzz, getting older like 17 or 18 |
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And the only thing I know is to stay clean |
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T-shirt, short pants, Nike's on spotless |
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I was even old enough to buy me a cutlass |
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Saw a vehicle to ride around town, play with the hoes and |
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Roll down the window and mack to the one who's chosen |
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Yo, them biker pants is looking kinda right on you |
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My name is DJ Quik and my homies is having a barbecue |
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Before I finish my whole sentence complete |
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Yeah she was off the bus stop and in my passenger seat |
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And we was sliding to the westside, stopped at the store |
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To get some bulls farm because that make 'em kick it a little more |
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And at the spot, you know that chicken was kicking |
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The pig on the grill and so the day was chill |
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But that night my girl was tipsy and was ready to skeeze |
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But I didn't even trip, too busy jocking the summer breeze |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Now I'm 23 and I remember the times when |
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We was chillin' like villains and didn't have no nines |
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Like when we used to mob to beaches to kick it and swim |
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Now I hang around and watch the tides come in |
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And I'm thinking how many funerals I've been to |
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Watching all my homies get buried in them boxes they put 'em into |
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And then I read a letter from upstate, from my homie G-Wayne |
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Who's been locked up since '87, '88 |
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And it really ain't nothing fly about it |
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So he go 'I'm a stay strong or I'm a break down and simply cry about it' |
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And when it seem like things just ain't gon' be right |
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I gotta thank my creator for letting me sleep last night |
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And wake me up in the morn because I shutter to think |
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That could be me dead or locked away in the clink |
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So I'm lifting my homies spirits as tall as the trees |
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And I can even hear him calling me, in the summer breeze |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze, flowing like the wind |
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Boy you need to know that you got a friend and I'll always be here |
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Summer breeze |