did all the magic go? I followed the rules and told you everything you had to know. Had you over every night, Every night was passionate. Plus you met
now, ride with us, c'mon We don't stop, we run the game, we don't watch every single region, we own blocks Never let up, you tell me, who do it better Every
[P. Diddy - talking] Yeah There's three things I like about the summertime Drop tops, long hot nights and summer love Yeah Hey yo, B Tell 'em what time
night The pieces to my puzzles in my life With all of my good days and all of my bad You stood by your man and you know you got my back Worth every car, every
they tellin' lies for a living, I so Roddy White pull the plug on them n-ggas it was nighty night outta sight outta mind, b-tch Im in these streets next summer
[Intro: Ice-T] Every year the same shit happens More fuckin' funerals, dead homies Niggas out here killin' each other I don't know why And when it happens
that And every night her body gets jacked That gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta, gang-gangsta Gangsta, gang-gangsta That gangsta love She always call in the middle of the night
wait to fall in love with me This just can't be summer love, you'll see This just can't be summer love (L O V E) The summer's over for the both of us
Hey, hey, hey, hey Top down in the summer sun The day we met was like a hit and run And I still taste it on my tongue (Taste it on my tongue) The sky
me So I fuck her right From the floor, no ceilings What a hella sight Harley Davis is a nigga bike Eleven-hundred, twelve-hundred Models every night (
A piece of sky every night Loaded on wrong and further from right Spinning around two howling moons 'Cause they're always there whatever I do The river
the Ritz My showgirls had the biggest tits I never was the pits in any way Workman, bum, bag lady We believe you, thousands wouldn't We believe you, every
Headlights, a hundred cars Behind somebody's daddy's barn Batteries draining blasting those radios Another long lost summer night Out past some no trespassing
day so hard to face Empty as the grey sky, oppressed by winter days At night the moon cannot be seen Day and night the rain come down, but every night
night's mine I roam under summer moons and through autumn feilds Searhching....for my Vampira girl I wander every graveyard from each lonely roadside Tonight could be the night
mistresses Mr. Bigs you know you got to keep me jigs Even though it might mean stealing chips from kids You know why summer clothes too hot for you folks Get "c" notes every
see me and you at every light, oooh, and i hope its one of them long lights, I mean I hope its one of them long nights, no wrong turns, aint no such
that makes the harvest grow And when it grows it's like the summer gold Love is like the coloured leaves that drift down from the trees One by one 'til every
