Pac Div - Summertime Fine lyrics

Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you
Wait ‘til I get home to you
Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you
Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you
That’s because I vibe with ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa
Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa

Hold me down like you said you would
Yea you could
Have anything you want, yea you could
Bet it’s good
Finger lickin’ I’m not speakin’ chicken
We can kick it
Nobody gotta know our secret business
Shh shh
It’s so erotic we might need forgiveness
We live in fantasies fulfilling
All your freaky wishes
You keep my interests you intrigue my senses
And you ambitious you about your riches
I played the fool before
It seemed suspicious
I played it cool and tried to keep a distance
But, you keep pullin’ me in
It’s like a magnet
How our souls gravitate I gots to have it

Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you
Wait ‘til I get home to you
Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you
Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you
That’s because I vibe with ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa
Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa

Don’t take yourself so seriously girl
Don’t drop that ass so furiously - girl
Seriously
It’s like a outer body experience - see
We can wear matching sweatsuit's
Trip to Magic Mountain with your
Nieces and your nephews
Take a rock off a mountain put
It on your left boo
Here yo Superman lover coming to your rescue
We can ball out, take drugs, cook good food
She gon’ put the extras on it
Said I been a good dude head rush
Almost got me feelin’ like them ‘woods do
Keep me in a good mood
I’m about to push through you my summertime

Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you
Wait ‘til I get home to you
Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you
Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you
That’s because I vibe with ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa
Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa

Uh, sophisticated you's a cold piece
Larenz Tate twisted fate peep how
Deep my jones be you know how these hoes be
Gotta keep perspective
Never planned to run for mayor but
You see we got elected
Then you see me on the record
You ain’t gotta fantasize
Yearning for your love God bless
The candy apple thighs
Hit your climax and rise
Fuck around and drown
Judging by your size how you
Fuck around with clowns
You should fuck around with now
Can’t control the feelin’ when you rollin’
Shotgun by my side three wheelin’
Gettin’ high we peelin’
For the night we chillin’
Moey or that cognac baby how ya feelin’

Can’t control the feeling got a jones for you
Wait ‘til I get home to you
Need the type of nigga that can grow wit’ you
Fuck around and drop all these hoes for you
That’s because I vibe with ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa
Smoke and getting high wit’ ya baby
O-o-o-o yeeaaa