Black Ice, XL Eagle, Ghostface Killah - Nights in the Summertime lyrics

Talk about, whether get ice, yo
Shorty got here without yo
Silver bags, check it, yo, yo, yo

I love the summer, warm
Weather, still rockin', all leather
Black bag, black beretta, all night cheddar
Shorty's cluckin' on the block
Talkin' bout who's clothes is better
While the thugs on the block
Talkin' bout whose pussy wetter
Spanish fly in the air
Mad shorties everywhere
Smokin' blunts in the stairs
Run my fingers through her hair
Gas 'em up, give 'em backstage passes to XL
Wit Black Ice, end of the night
We hit the hotel oh well
Summertime bring out the dog in the God
I see that thong through the spandex
And my dick get hard
Got a get a little piece of that boo
You know how we do
I love it when you wearin' see-through
Cuz I can see through
Pick up a bag of lethal on the Ave
Meet Ghost in the town
Let him take a few drags
Professor on the Nextel, pollyin' wit Bagz
From Philly to New Yiggy, son
We stay gettin' cash, worldwide

I can't even front on you baby
(I can't even front)
Gettin' money and flossin' it (flossin')
Big pimpin' and ballin', baby (ballin')
Every night of the summer
(every single night)
We the ones to bring it back (we the ones)
No doubt, it's no doubt (no doubt)
This is how we livin' it out
(yeah, yeah, yeah) every night of the summer

This summer I'm trynna lay low
Cruisin' down Maine in the Hummer
Make a stop, grab a few rubbers
Call a few numbers, meet up wit friends
Barbeques everywhere, we all up in here
Shorty's rob the XL
Slow dancin' in bras and underwear
Lapdancin', christenin' the chairs
Ya bitches know legend got the private pools
So when the pussy get hot
We make them profit move
I'm tellin' you, time to ball
Shorty's mud fightin' in thongs
Playin' our song
Wet t-shirt contest, hard dick in my palm
Lovin' it all, New York to Pennsy'
Shaolin to Philly
Heineken's and illy, we blaze thoroughly
Professor, sit and relax I got this baby

And we blaze, we blaze

Aiyo, it's Ghost Deini, toast
To the album of the year
Wu money, hit, the platinum and yea
It's for the seeds
Let's put the future in their hands
Blueprint their plan, college cars and grands
We champs, see the dance is in our stance
And the truth is in the speakers and
The proof is in the air
Wallies on holidays, Dennis Coles and Rose
Plenty shows and dough
And still glow without spendin'
Man, these jars wit bees in 'em
Look at the seeds run
Hopscotch and double dutch
Poppin' bubble gum
Wife-beaters wit all white sneakers
Yankee hats six 7 8th's son
Sat right on my face