Above the Law - Sumner Days lyrics

What's up homes? Welcome to the catacombs
We seduce the microphones
Bless the chron - got me in a zone
Just another Saturday night at the spizot
We kickin' it tough we done closed up shop
Plenty of Phillies rollin through homey
Them thourough-breds and conversation
With these tru's ride the summer groove
The incense enhance the hoes deliverance
Niggas takin a chance - askin
For that lap dance
But see these females, they ain't strippers
Don't flip
But, your money back in your pocket
You ain't got to tip
Hennessey forever like sparklet's jugs
And most people ain't never seen
A table full of bud
See members in my backyard
Members at my door
Members down the street bout to sell
This sucka nigga - 64
A little barbecue while we get our groove on
The homey loop a beat
I'm a lace somethin smooth on em
My trigger happy homeys and 14 deckaz
People servin them eight figures in
The land of records in California lifestyle
You can't ignore the crime
So niggas stand in line for
The life and times get your grind on
See I never forget (Those summer days)
Homey gettin they back up
Finna get me sack on
Niggas gettin they stack on
Junkies gettin they crack on
Hoez stay cuz they wanna play
(Those summer days)
Bitches gettin they game on
Homeys gettin they bang on
Niggas gettin they slang on
Bitches gettin the jank on

I'm in here coolin ready to shake em
Nigga what they hittin foe?
Feelin like I drunk a whole liquor store
Females are comin through
Ready to kick it with the crew
I like them Barbie Coast hoes
Touchin they toes for them dollar bills
And when it's drama - best believe it be on
Cuz steppin on the wrong toes
Will get your head blown
Because I once knew a nigga who
Tried to trip one night
But he didn't know where the fuck he was cuz
I lit him up like a light
Cuz I know niggas from Ghost Town
Niggas from Sin Town (whoop whoop)
Even them niggas from the Islands
Know that we ridaz
? in the other room breakin niggas
Slappin bones on the low-low
Fa sho' we got the plugs on them zones
Night fall, homey's gettin drunk up
Bout to break out the mac
And the pistol grip pumper to tame niggas
The same niggas that was cool an hour ago
Liquor be havin them fools actin schizo
Or is it that bitch that ready to go home
When the homeys roll and kick it they
Get high and get they freak on
Or a fool locin up cuz he got
Drunk for his last night come up
Mad cuz he got stuck
Yo we let him rough up, but not too deep
We understand your agony of defeat
Cuz we can be gangstaz or we can be gentlemen
We come strapped ready to tap that
Ass - tell a friend
And say you heard it from some killers
Some big wheel dealers
Out to check a mill of em
That's why I never forget (Those summer days)

Playaz get your swerve on
Homeys gettin they herb on
Bitches gettin they perm on
Riches gettin they serve on

Hoes stay cuz they wanna play
Those summer days

Niggas gettin they quote on
Homeys gettin they swole on
Riders gettin they roll on
Players get your flow on

Those summer days those summer days
Remember those summer days
Those summer summer Sunday summer days