clipping. & King T (feat.): Summertime | Song-Factsheet

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Song «Summertime» von clipping. & King T (feat.).

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Veröffentlichungsdaten: 2014 06 10 (Album)
Label: Sub Pop SP 1071
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Produktion: Clipping.
Genre: Hip-Hop - Underground-Hip-Hop, Post-Millennial-Music - Digital-Underground - Underground-Hip-Hop

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clipping. & King T (feat.)
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[Verse 1: Daveed Diggs] Set's up high, bitches and whips topless, no ceilings They pitchin' that Helen Mirren It's summer, that pot stick (pot stick) Block burning, G's banging on the beach, white Ts, no-sock shit Palm tree on lean, bass rocks with the knock Every cockpit bumpin' that Pac on the stock system rattlin' But battle-ready cuzzo got the heavy metal Tucked to haggle for the Fendi watches Watch it, everyone observe the color Of the block where they walkin', watch how they walkin' See her at the payphone code-talkin' She got them high shorts, thighs thick, pussy poppin' So the lay of the block Maintain, as long everybody play they role, and not Try to step on somebody else's line But when they do, the critic quick to put a clip in a nine A motherfucker will die in the summertime [Chorus] Low-lows clown on they pogo bounce When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke, fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em 'Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime [Verse 2: King Tee] Hold the liquor, it's a avalanche comin' A Cali nigga flooded in ice and quite stunnin' And who wouldn't believe the West Coast brung 'em? When the rest start runnin' when my set start gunnin' I came to represent for the Likwit Empire Tha Liks, Esquire, with about six priors It's been a minute since I lit a nigga on fire And I won't stop rockin' 'til your nigga expire I-uh gut the mic with the negative hype Any steelo or fashion, I'm a negative type Write whatever you like, starts day into night Paragraphin', how you have it, I be crashin' your sight As a treat, I'll eat all beef and gripes Toss up you niggas tryna peel my stripes Killas don't fright, but, hold up, here's the truth Summer turn cold when the crown hits the booth, nigga You might also like Taking Off ​clipping. Work Work ​clipping. Work Work ​clipping. [Chorus] Low-lows clown on they pogo bounce When they slow-mo 'round, make the hoes go down Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke, fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em 'Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime [Verse 3: Daveed Diggs] Dice game, rice rocket, pipe-laying, sidewalkin' Ides drinkin', wine-talkin' "Where that Fernet, though?" (Right?) Price-payin', eye sockets, dry-makin', fire-lockin' Flypaper, skyrockets, scare residentials Donuts in the cul-de-sac Photos at the intersection show 'em knock Coronas back Flipping off the pigs and breaking mirrors 'cause he own it, jack And he on about half a pill, and he don't wanna yack So he keep it rollin' like that dice game Homies talk shit, Andrew Dice Clay Homies take shifts watching vice playing nice, like they ain't narcs Roll a seven; guns spark, dogs bark, dial nine-eleven Cars parked, ring alarms, homies stop bettin', just for a second Then start it up again like resurrection, they count their blessings Stop rubberneckin', you lookin' sweeter than confection Pause... Laugh it off or get a weapon [Chorus] Low-lows clown on they pogo bounce When they slow-mo round, make the hoes go down Homies smoke that loud 'til they choke, fall out And they run they mouth, what they don't know might end 'em 'Cause them women so fine in the summertime Turn a six to a dime in the summertime Motherfuckers still die in the summertime It happens all the time in the summertime